Noctisardor Bypass seda

husband, wife; yes; yes; but — "not yet, amadeo," and the countenance heda raised to him now scintillated with pain. "i want to be — whole. unbroken." deserving; it held beneath her tongue and hummed only for his ear.
"father and mother," offered like glass beads on a shaking palm; heda searching him for any sign he would be angry with her wishing to push the cowl of grief aside before she donned another veil.
but she was so tired of being lonely, and she knew her mourning could not take the form of so many years. so many months. "i will be your wife by the end of summer," heda breathed, for she knew rivenwood would glow so brightly in gold that it might wash away her sorrow.