It did not take long to figure out the pattern and, with the support of the people and those close to her, she trained herself to control the weather to the benefit of the kingdoms.  The city of Hope was granted steady clear skies and warm breezes, as long as she was in an agreeable mood.  The more control she gained, the more she chose to travel the lands.  Taking a much desired downpour of rain to the dry deserts of East, a fresh warm breeze to the cold drizzle of South, a brief blizzard to the blossoming North and day of sunshine to the frozen slopes of West.
At her side, throughout her journeys, remained Ray.
As children, they had found in each other, constant companionship as well as a worthy rivalry.  They spent their days competing to discover who was able to surpass the other.
They pushed each other to be better and grew stronger as individuals as a result.  Eventually, what started as teasing taunts and cries of challenge, turned into words of encouragement and support that proved an absolute belief in one another.
They held the closest of friendships, as much was clear to anyone who knew them, yet their parents grew anxious.  As Ray began to notice the beauty of the opposite sex, it appeared as though he did not even think of Moira as female.  That being said, he never spoke of any specific girls nor did he approach any with anything more than the intention of friendship.
It was not until the ball to celebrate Moira’s sixteenth birthday that he started acting differently towards her.  Whether it was seeing her in a feminine gown, the sort of dress that she had been denied until that time, the fact that she danced more happily with him than any other or simply the fact that she was now approaching womanhood, no one could determine. 
However, from this time forwards, Ray certainly saw her.  When they would talk, he stumbled over his words, becoming easily flustered and prone to blushing.  At the conclusion of each of their meetings, he would take her hand, smile awkwardly, say, “’til we meet again” and then lightly kiss her hand before he left.
It was as he started to act this way that Moira began to notice him also.  Each time he said goodbye, she could not avoid blushing and would occasionally be reduced to giggles to hide her embarrassment.
It took time, but eventually the embarrassed smiles and awkwardly rosy cheeks gave way, to be replaced by steadfast smiles and meaningful gazes, filled with the assurance of one-another’s feelings and a connection so strong, none could separate them.

Moira’s most beloved creation was a tree. It had been commissioned to grow at the centre of the castle to commemorate the twenty-first anniversary of the marriages of the reigning Monarchs. 
The tree held an aspect of each kingdom’s signature fauna; the golden oak of South, the mountain pine of West, the cherry blossoms of North and the desert roses of East. 
She named it the Tree of Union.
Leading up to the event she kept everyone, including Ray, out of the central chamber, a grand hall in the direct middle of the castle, cleared especially for this gift from the princess.  Not a soul would even peep at the monument before the day of the unveiling.
During the night, before the day of the anniversary, she sought out the young prince, an anxious look on her face.
She brought him to the door of the central chamber and bade him close his eyes.  He obeyed, allowing her to take his hand and lead him inside.
She brought him a few paces forward, where they stopped.
He heard her inhale deeply and felt her grip on his hand tighten.
“Open your eyes.”
The vision he beheld was incredible.
The enormous tree towered over them, baring all four signature plants of each of the kingdoms.
Rather than a looming sensation, he felt as though it was sheltering them.  Patches of moonlight fell through evenly spaced gaps in the canopy from large open windows in the roof.  The silvery light glistened on a few tiny rain clouds that were gently showering various places around the monumental tree.  As they took slow steps forward, the temperature changed, to and fro, to allow a regulated climate in which each aspect of the fauna could live.
Ray stood in awe.
That Moira had created something so grand and beautiful, which lived with such obvious harmony and balance, astounded him.  He was about to say as much, but she spoke first.
“Something is missing.”
“Missing?”
She pointed to the floor, a carpet of short grass and soft moss, “I feel there needs to be… something.  More than just a patch of green.”
Ray thought for a moment, “The tree, in a way, represents our parents.  Perhaps there should be something that symbolizes you and I.”
Moira grinned, “of course!”
She released his hand and hurried to a spot nearer to the tree.
Pushing her hands deep into the soil, she closed her eyes and focused her energies into the ground.
It was a minute or two before anything started to break through from the earth.  First appeared dozens of tiny white buds, daisies, Moira’s favourite flower, which were shortly followed by larger buds of warm yellow, dwarf sunflowers, Ray's favourite flower.
Pulling her hands gently free of the soil, Moira now brought down one of the rain clouds that was hovering nearby and stretched it out across the ground so that it covered the whole of the grassy area, thinning it out until it became little more than a mist.
“Perfect.”
She opened her eyes to discover Ray standing in front of her.  He offered her a daisy.  She simply touched the base of the stem, causing its petals to bloom.  Placing the flower carefully in her hair, Ray spotted some dirt on her cheek.  He lightly brushed it away with his thumb, allowing her to catch his hand with hers and hug it to her cheek.
Slowly and gently, Ray lowered his face to hers, and kissed her.