Time flew by quickly as Magdalene watched the scene disappear, all sort of thoughts were running in her head. Was she the daughter of the princess Hellen?.
Nine months later.
The couple who had eloped were in a small cottage having a peaceful dinner as they had a brief discussion.
"I can't wait for our baby to be born into this world" Hellen said.
"Yes, look at how fast the pregnancy grew. She's going to be so beautiful like her mother" Carlos responded.
"How do you know it's going to be a she" She said.
"My instincts told me so and they are never wrong. he replied.
"Hmm, I don't mind whether it's a she or he as long as I'm with you" Hellen said. He leaned towards her and place a soft kiss on her lips.
"It pains me to think that you gave it all for me." Carlos said.
"It was the best thing to do, for us and our love. We are very happy here, the villagers accepted us with open arms. The best choice we made is eloping" She replied.