The rolling beauty of the Irish hills that would make any mere mortal jealous upon the site, had been the land that Isolde had called home since her birth. She was a proud Irish girl and until she turned twelve she use to run around the rolling hills with her brother. Once the age of twelve her mother wished her to be more of the lady she should be in order to get married when the time was right.
She went from the wild red haired beauty to a poise one who walked with her back straight and was shown off to suitor after suitor. Though being the only daughter of the Irish King he was taking his time choosing who she was to marry. Around her twentieth birthday word form the King of Cornwall expressing that he wanted Isolde, that he would be sending someone to escort her back to his court to wed her.
This letter struck fear into her as he felt she was losing her right to love who she wished though she hadn’t loved anyone yet and she was getting old compared to their times. She also understood her love was not hers to give and she would follow her father's wishes. She only wished to visit the shore one more time alone.
She climbed on the back of the horse the day the boat was to arrive with King Mark’s guide was to arrive and she climbed off of the horse as she stood on the edge the wind whipping around her dress and red locks like crazy she stood on the edge for a moment thinking of it this marriage would be worth it, her father thought it was the best option for both kingdoms but for her, the wild girl at heart she wasn’t sure what being a queen would do to her. Her eyes caught the boat as people filed off of it and she rocked back on her heels walking to the horse climbing back on it and led the horse down to see if she could see King Mark’s guide.
She rode up her eyes locking with the people getting off the boat and yet she couldn’t make out a face that seemed to be royal in anyway as she turned the horse around she let out a yah sound and looked back one last time smiling to the people before making her way back to the castle. Once back on royal grounds she was rushed around the castle her messy curls pulled back and she was placed into a dress she couldn’t breath because why did breathing matter.
She placed a fake smile on as she walked into the court of her father's Kingdom expecting to meet the person who was going to take her back to King Mark, but no one was there and she let out the breath she was holding “Father where is my guide?” she asked as she dropped her hand trying to hide the tone in her voice.
“We are not sure,” King Hoel said looking to Isolde brother briefly. “We are hoping the guide will be here with in the week.”
“Well then I can get out of this dress.” she turned quickly and made her way from the courtroom fed up at the moment. She ripped the jewels keeping her crazy curls in place before undoing the outer dress leaving it on the ground running from the castle to her horse. She was not going to look this last free moment in the mouth. She rode from the castle walls and made her way back to the cliffs she loved. She pulled on her overcoat as she slid from the horse and made her way to a clear spot to watch the sun fall. She looked up to the day as it burned away feeling the warmth on her face before she laid back in the tall grass trying to forget the world for a moment.