Stone Circle Beholden to the dust that adheres

Safe. She did not know what it meant, not truly. The princess could not conceptualize something so foreign to her, but she knew then that she needed this, whatever it was. Whatever it meant. Safe, She repeated, still trembling fiercely in Bjarna's embrace.
They were the same, but so very different. And perhaps that was the way it was meant to be. Like two pieces of a puzzle, mismatched but perfectly paired. Something just seemed to click in a way that the ruddy girl knew she would never, ever be able to replicate.
So she would just have to stay with Bjarna forever.