Bloodbath Across the Heavens

Three years in a cold hut, two years in a deserted courtyard, lonely and bleak. Now cold of heart and nature, with her defenses built high. She may not be a peerless beauty who could topple kingdoms, but her grace and elegance are unlike anything in this world. He sighs, lamenting how hard it is to find a kindred spirit. He regrets, in sorrow, letting her slip through his fingers. Only he gives thanks to Heaven, saying: “With a wife like this, what more could a man ask for...”