And she was thinking... it was much more as day dreaming actually. There were not a prince neither a castell. Her eyes a little bit closed, her chin up to the sky and her mouth drawing a small smile. Above her head nothing, the air is not white but we see the back and we can perceive her love made dream.
This is one possible story made out from a couple of pencil lines and some color. There are so many ways to look at somebody... That´s what I am thinking about !!