The Forbidden Lord

you chipped away a piece of my granite heart, and you kept chipping away until nothing was left but dust. Thanks to you, there’s a real heart in its place. And it will always belong to you.

“I need you to make me whole, Emily Fairchild. I want you. And yes, I love you. I will always love you.”

“Love? Is that what they call this detestable physical state? The cold sweats, the pounding heart, the absolutely choking fear that I might have to live without her?”

As an innocent, she was overpowering; as an experienced woman, she would be annihilating.

I met a lady in the meads

Full beautiful, a faery’s child

Her hair was long, her foot was light

And her eyes were wild.