In the realm of timeless love stories, there exists a tale that transcends the boundaries of life and death. It is the story of an elderly woman, a knight, and their undying love. This woman, clad in her wedding dress from the day of her marriage, waited for her betrothed to return from a war he was ordered to prepare for on their wedding day. The knight, a grand figure in bright silvery armor, rode a black horse of war. He was prepared to tread the path that led him to his king, far away from his newly wedded wife. As he was about to leave, she placed her ancient pendant around his neck, a symbol of their love and commitment. Their home was a great grey hightower, a gift from her father on their wedding day. It sat on a high cliff above the rocky shores of the sea, surrounded by beautiful lands and served by many servants. However, tragedy struck when the knight and his horse accidentally fell from the path, plunging to their deaths on the rocky shores below. Unaware of his fate, the woman waited for her beloved, growing old and grey. Her lands withered, her riches dwindled, and her servants left, all except for one man, her forever diligent servant. Every evening, she would gaze out a window slit in the hightower, her eyes always drawn to something that shone in the water below at sunset. After decades, curiosity piqued, she asked her servant to investigate the source of the shine. It was her ancient pendant, still around the neck of her dead betrothed, lying on the rocks below alongside his black horse of war. The servant relayed the tragic news of her betrothed’s demise on their wedding day. Overwhelmed with grief and longing, she did not leap off the cliff as in the original tale. Instead, she passed away peacefully in her sleep that night, her heart finally succumbing to the weight of her sorrow. Her lands were barren, her wealth gone, and the grey hightower was falling apart. However, death was not the end for her. She awoke on the path leading to the hightower, where she saw her betrothed as a spirit, holding the reins of his horse. They were both as young and vibrant as the day they died. His armor was shiny once again, and their horse was strong. He knelt down to kiss her, raised her to her feet, and they smiled at each other. Their lands were once again vibrant, and the grey hightower was as new as the day it was built. Together, they walked the path that led to eternal happiness, their love story a testament to the power of love that transcends life and death. Their tale serves as a reminder that true love is eternal, and even in the face of tragedy, it can bring about miracles.