Sunbeam Lair ❝elyë lantanë melmessë sonen,❞

Never queen, she wished to breathe;
had been readied entire to bandy further formality with her Hephaestus, for on this day again he has been mountainthrown; but dark lips find the marring she has not ever let known the touch of another  (tending-to notwithstanding)  and so it is that Aphrodite is fallen beneath the frieze of him. Lashes flurry; heart aflutter; he wends her into the reach of him and the fée has long since faltered from herself while damnable warbles now rise—!  "Ich hhhabe,"  hushed and hiccoughing hesitancy  "dich verhhmisst,"  and fairylight turns the blush of herself more surely to the doting of her golem; halfsight melted argents, misted with this gentled thing in which she has, unbeknownst to her, ever beckoned him into. This virtue of which he blest upon her, believed of her — does it not belong to one of more worth upon his own mind? She trembles and shivers and can scarce again find her breath; 
presses shorn brow into the bellowing breadth of his breast, for she is so minikin to the massive, fortuitous height of Mahler. She quiets, now, for she knows that there is no manner of speaking which would tell of how justly he enchanted her; nor words that might quiver from waxen throat of how she had awoken near each dawn with the dream of him in her head and the sighing kiss of him upon riddled lips. ... Not ever queen, nor ever mother;
and yet in the delicacy of her soul Stormcloak's wonders turn to whispers that only he has made her feel as if she might ascend to such.

Her own hungering whet of those three fated words upon lips weighed with cautious contentment;
pin-squeaks within muted chords upon the cushioned silence; through the stalmated warthrum of Gustav's heart beneath shy scarred temple. But she does not speak them —
for her faith murmurs that he must he must he must know  (if e'er errant Eros had blinded him to it before!)  for he holds her as home should.