I wore a path around my scrying fountain as I watched Helemoira sleep. I knew that she was safe, but after what took place in Adhmad Dé at the foot of my statue, I couldn't take my eyes off of her.
She was the sum of everything I held dear, she made me feel as if I were God of Everything and Nothing. For, at her feet, I was truly nothing.
Obviously, what transpired had not been my intention at all. But when she brought me my offering, I couldn't contain myself. I wanted her to know that I appreciated it, wanted to hold her and thank her and kiss her.
I wanted her to know that I would do anything for her.
I would defy my sisters and open up the heavens just to feel her body against mine. I would bring her world to its knees before her if that was what she desired. Damn the consequenc
