He didn't slam the door, didn't rage, didn't weep, he simply left.
Sometimes love means letting go when you want to hold on tighter.
Will you be my forever, Donia?
I eventually realized that good things wouldnt happen to me if I didnt make the right choices.
Maybe the girl would get strong enough to withstand an ink exchange with one of the chosen faeries. If not, he could always give her to one of the weaker fey. It seemed a shame to waste a lovely broken toy.
He'd given her his vow: to take care of her, to keep her from hurt or pain, from wanting for anything. Her leaving didn't negate his promises; they weren't conditional.