Into the Night

The prompt photo for this story was a beautiful woman above a castle with birds. I'll give extra points to anyone who gets what/who I'm referencing or referring to with my story. I'm not sure anyone will get it lol

One last tear rolled down her dewy soft cheek. She quickly brushed it away and headed toward the window. She stopped when she caught sight of her passing reflection in the mirror. Men had always found her beauty fascinating. They had been known to trip over their own two feet while gawking at her. She grimaced as she remembered the first fight that broke out over who could escort her across the cobblestones. And then there was poor Annas. His was the first blood shed in her name. 

She shook her head to erase the memory. Outside, the crows startled, alerting her to his arrival. She smiled as she watched a ladder silently placed against the palace wall.

He pulled her close through the window. “Are you ready, my dear?” Her heart lifted as she settled against him. “Yes, Love,” she replied, happy that she would no longer be the cause of jealousy and anger among men.  Because, finally, she had found a man who loved her for more than her beauty.

Riding into the night, Helen never looked back.