She listened as he told her, and oh, did she remember being that much in love. It seemed like a hundred years ago now. And then her brother was gone and her father was killed by the one she had loved and...
Ophelia reached out to touch his scars, covered as they were with his tattoos. "Lies are mortally dangerous," she whispered. She looked up, her eyes as wet as his. "Do you...do you love now?" she asked, her voice trembling.