Enid

Ever After
"She does not talk, when she is sad. But she is often sad. I know now to place myself, know to leave my hand just so, and coax that lovely neck upon my shoulder. Our lives are mottled with moments like this, unspoken, unseen, us. And in the morning, when the day before her lies open and wide, she smiles the smile only I know and I am well repaid. [This might be considered a victory. But the House is no place for lovers.]"

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