Sometimes the most exquisite flowers raise their heads from a bed of weeds.
It had been a month since I’d made you safe from the machinations of your family, my darling, a lonely month, but one with the satisfaction of our triumph still fresh in my mind. Everything reminded me of you, as it should. My every thought, every breath I drew, every beat of my heart, all were for you.
But love is never selfish. It grows and spreads and thrives...
I first saw Her by the fountain in the Bazaar.