Ysabet

Ever After
"Our lives are rich, chaotic days. I note appointments in her diary several hours before we're due to meet, but still she is rarely on time. I lie in bed, awaiting her, only to wake in the early dawn as she slides, cold, beside me. But her smile is warm against my neck. Her eyes are hot with love for me. Our house is home to fluttering things, and she must beat her wings. [This might be considered a victory. But the House is no place for lovers.]"

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