She dragged herself in the howling winds. Darkness was her only friend. And there! There it was! A flickering lamp right across the field, coming closer bit by bit, and to her surprise the lamp was in the hands of a very charming young man on his horse. She shouted for help and he noticed her,he saw a classic Spanish beauty. A tall, slim lady with curly brown hair and black eyes, in a blue gown which was torn around her knees and had mud all over, she appeared tired and hungry and had few fresh bruises on her body. He asked, “What happened to you? What are you doing out in this dark?” She tried to speak but she collapsed instead. Very puzzled, the man decided to take the lady to his house.
Few minutes later the lady woke up; it felt surreal to her, like she’d woken from a bad dream. She prayed that it was a dream but to her ill fate, it wasn’t. She saw a maid who was cleaning her wound, she asked, “where am I?” the maid said, “Prince Ruth, found you in the sunflower fields, you were hurt and you fell unconscious.” Interrupting the maid she asked, “He was a king!? Where is he? Is this his palace?”, the maid replied, “ yes he is a king, King of Ireland and this is his palace, we’re asked to take care of you, you must sleep now, you need rest” , the maid said while walking out of the room.
Soon the lady left the room in search of the prince. She walked from the extravagant corridor but couldn’t find the prince; she then noticed a very beautiful garden and saw Prince Ruth, meditating there. He looked enchanting, she was smitten. She feared disturbing him but he felt her presence and he smiled, she couldn’t say anything but said
“usted me salvó la vida, Te amo”, Ruth failed to understand and asked, “What? Just say that one more time.” he said. She smiled and walked away.
