In a tall castle, on the edge of a vast valley, Princess Lilia spent her days gazing through the narrow window of the tower. Her heart beat faster whenever a streak of dust appeared on the horizon. She knew it might be him—her beloved prince, who had sworn to return.
Each morning, Lilia looked into the distance, the wind gently brushing her golden curls. From afar came the songs of birds and the rustle of the forest, but her eyes sought only one thing—the white horse on which her prince would arrive. Days passed, yet she never lost faith in his promise.
One afternoon, as the sun painted the sky with shades of orange, she noticed movement on the road. Her heart trembled in her chest. It was him! The prince, galloping on a white horse, its mane flowing in the wind. Lilia smiled, tears of joy streaming down her cheeks. She ran to the courtyard, where soon the sound of hooves echoed. The castle, once silent, brimmed with joy and hope for a new beginning.
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