Meg
Once upon a time, a woman fell in love with a man. He wasn’t a good man. Men never are, I’ve found. But this woman hadn’t learned that hard lesson yet. She still had stars in her eyes and the kind of innocent love in her heart that the world delights in setting aflame.
When the man asked the woman for a favor, just a tiny little favor to prove her love to him, because she did love him, didn’t she? Of course she said yes. Of course he left her to pay the price for his sins. Of course he never once looked back.
And the woman?
The woman lost her innocence in the flames of his betrayal.
She rose from the ashes, a goddess in her own right, second only to her new master.
It’s a good story, as such things go. Far more romantic than the reality: I loved the wrong man and made a deal with
