Or was she a spirit of the wood, after all?
If so, he too would haunt the wood, glad to have lost kingdom and everything for the hope of being near her.

He would build him a hut in the forest, and there he would live for the pure chance of seeing her again.

Upon nights like this at least she would come out and bask in the moonlight, and make his soul blessed.

But while he thus dreamed she sprang to her feet, turned her face full to the moon, and began singing as she would draw her down from the sky by the power of her entrancing voice.

She looked more beautiful than ever.