She was beautiful in his eyes. Who knew an ordinary street rat could set a noble's heart aflame? What really struck him were her eyes, her clear, blue eyes. And the way she looked at him, God how he missed the way she looked at him. He remembered watching her garden, he remembered her sweet scent, he remembered watching a cherry blossom float into her white, delicate hands. He remembered sitting with her on the riverbank on a cheap checkered cloth, watching the stars in the night sky. He remembered waking up with her in his arms. In his dreams, he remembered.

"Hisana," he breathed.