Elaine crossed her legs on the light clouds and watched him, her face rested on her hands as she smiled. A boy no older than her, perhaps eight years old. But there was something peculiar and exciting about him.

It wasn't his beautiful flaxen dark hair than billowed in the wind as he ran about.

It wasn't the way his smile thawed her heart.

However, it was something that had amazed her. His mother had died a few months ago, leaving the child alone with his father who spent too much time in his study than with his son.

But he didn't let this bother him. Instead he dreamed. He dreamed of faraway lands and always spoke to his father about those distant lands whenever the opportunity arose.

If only she could let him know of her existence,  maybe then she could show him the world he never got to see.

And perhaps, marry him.

She giggled to herself, kicking her legs in the air. "Mrs Elaine Hastings."

It had a nice twist to it.