She came to him with a mission, carefully plotting each step, while he pressed closer with every move.
He tenderly cared for everything about her, ever so cautious, while she kept up her disguise.
Her courage and strength seemed impenetrable, yet she alone kept surrendering to him.
His tender affection was like a spring pool, gradually warming the heart she had kept frozen for years.
She thought this was the beginning of a fated love, but never expected him to hold a sword to his own throat. The blade's chill made her tremble all over again.
"I wish I had never met you!"
"If that's what you wish, then I'll grant it!"
