Regret (The Eklund cycle 2)

The gelid wind that came from the north blew on those mounts, while a cloaked figure was sitting on a golden throne in the vast white hills, with its legs crossed.
Then from the east somebody came galloping.
Torsten stopped in front of regal chair, and bowed before the shadow.
“My princess.”
A cold voice came from the cloak:
“Stand up.”
Then the shadow got up from the throne, and near Torsten.
The two hugged tightly, forming an embrace, a deep link. Then, the cloak was uncovered, showing the beautiful face that was hidden under it.