The saber in her

Ivory hand

Amethyst handle

The blade metal

The color of a swans egg

A metal who's trade was lost in war

I bowed,

The first to realize who she is

"I will give anything for my love

Hannah of Gline,

To wed her I must get the

Saber. Please have mercy.

I only want to wed my beloved."

"Stay three days time we shall

See if you get the sword and

At what price."

"Thank yea', nothing is too much."

"I shall tell the dragons not to harm you,"

She then went down the hall

Emerald dress flowing.

"For now," she added firmly.

"Of course your majesty."

"Come our court is about to begin."