Is magic not enough to live for?

I have been surrounded by love letters you two have built each other for years, encased in tents.

It is likely to make us think we are not caged. We cannot feel the bars unless we push against them.

Is magic not enough to live for?

Good and evil are a great deal more complex than a princess and a dragon . . . is not the dragon the hero of his own story?

Marco moves to close the distance between them, kissing away her tears before catching her lip with his own. As he kisses her, the bonfire glows brighter. The acrobats catch the light perfectly as they spin. The entire circus sparkles, dazzling every patron.

I have had affairs that lasted decades and others that lasted for hours. I have loved princesses and peasants. And I suppose they loved me, each in their way.