“So the years passed, with Carrick grieving and Lady Gwen doing what used to be anticipated of her. She birthed her children, and took pleasure in them. She tended her flowers, and she remembered love. For even though her husband was a proper man, he had by no means touched her coronary heart in its deepest chambers. And she grew old, her face and her physique aging, whilst her coronary heart stayed young with the wistful wishes of a maid.”
“It’s sad.”
“ ’Tis, yes, however now not but over. As time is exclusive for faeries than for mortals, one day Carrick set up his winged horse and flew out over the sea, and dived deep, deep into it to discover its heart. There, the pulse of it flowed into his silver bag and grew to be sapphires. These he took to Lady Gwen, whose children had kids now,
