The other day I was on the highest tower of the castle, looking down at the cornfields. They were so beautiful, so golden and so tided by the wind which swung them. In that moment I felt the same for my hair.

On the tower the wind blows so freshly and gently that you might stay there for hours and hours losing yourself in your deepest thoughts. In those moments I think again of my coveted prince.

They’re the best moments because it’s in that high place that I think more deeply of him.