*Tristan*

I set her down gently on the bed and unknot the sash of her robe. She barely stirs as I work her out of it. Bringing the covers up over her, I am incredibly tempted to slip beneath them with her. But it has been years since I have been able to stand the weight of covers laying heavy on my body.

She doesn’t harp, she never complains. The more I come to know her, the more I realize she would not have ended up in the slums as I had originally assumed. She possesses a determination, a strength of will that would have had her finding a way...