All, Romek.

[Maribel]

Maribel

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The white mare does not try to hid herself. She is milk and honey amongst the dull tree trunks. Already he youngest was at her love's side, curious and bold. The gold lips of her face spread into an easy smile as she rests nestled amongst daffodils and soft grass.

Maribel is growing older, her body not as supple and smooth as it once had been. Ana's birth had been taxing and so the mare had to rest more frequently but the beautiful child was worth every ounce of pain. But it is the call of her husband's name that she stirs. Romek. Maribel moves to her feet, gold legs struggling only a moment before she moves toward the direction of her husband's scent.

Luckily she finds him shortly, having known his scent for many years now. Two of their children stand at his side. Mari greets Liv with a loving exchange of nips and rubs before she plants a big kiss on Ana's brow before moving to meet Romek's gaze with a tender embrace and lips upon his cheek. Mari, gentle and kind, would stand at his side through thick and thin and so whatever the king had to say could be spoken to both of them.

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And when she laughs you'll always take notice.
'Cause her heart's charm will shine right through it all.