Northstar Vale das gericht

sunmarked and struck through with a singular anguish, agony climbed through the very binding of andraste's form, and it scourged mahler with cold blue fire.
not merely the saltwater of a demure tear; this the roiling brine of an aggrieved sea, features veiled completely from him now. her sobbing crept into his marrow, her shudderings into the fel veins that inspired such wickedness within the worthlessness of his being.
and now even in her dark hour she struck her true title from his lips, and the rock face of mahler at last came undone. 
it was not he who paid the terrible price for the liaisons they had shared, it was the fairy queen with her glimmering throat full of sorrow.
i have been so very cruel, and in this moment the gargoyle wished for death, if only for the selfish release from the throb of her misery.
mutely he too downcast his features, a silent homage to the testament of what it meant to love him.