Love isn't a burst o' trumpets and a flock o' doves descendin' out o' the heavens to roost on yer heads. Tis sharin' a cup o' tea by the hearth on a cold winter's night. 'Tis the look in yer husband's eyes when ye lay yer first child in his arms. Tis the ache in yer heart when ye watch the light in his eyes dim fer the last time, and know a part o' ye has gone out o' this world with him.

Princess,” he whispered against her ear. “My beautiful, beautiful princess. I want to spoil you. Pamper you. Indulge you.

He buried his hands in the rich velvet of her hair. “I thought I’d die for wanting you.

Alone.'Twas her destiny to be ever surrounded by others, yet ever alone.

A lady has every right to defend herself against unsought advances. And creatures of the night.

A true friend never asks you to feed their imaginary fish. Or fertilize their imaginary crops.

His lips nuzzled her ear. “Whether you go or stay, I will love you until I die,” he whispered.