underthesun
The last branch was cut using a sword. After cutting the branch, the knight laid down on the grass and rested, relieved. Relieved he'd no longer have to hide his origins.
She was beautiful, and she could never be his. How can a woman so calm amongst clouds belong to anyone? The person desiring her had to fly. He couldn't fly, though he wished he could. He wanted to fly just so he could give her a flower, and stay with her far from ground - far from reality.