He was magnificent, and I will never forget that in that moment, I first loved him. And I never stopped loving him. I do now and always will. No one ever brought me more sorrow or pain or joy than he did. No, nothing, not even my sons, has ever outweighed the love I feel and still feel for him. And I believe - had I known what the future held for us: all the trouble, torment, battle, and grief of our lives - I still believe that I would have yielded my heart into his keeping as I did then

He smiled at her, and she felt uncomfortable as she always did when he showed her affection as opposed to lust. Lust she expected from a man but not affection.…

Love is important, and woman being shrewd bargainers probably know fame is not worth much. I'd much rather have something I can spend, eat, or love, thank you …

He is tremendously strong, she thought, and liked the idea, even as she had feared that strength when she first met him

In the first days Of my distracting grief, I found myself As women wish to be who love their lords.

And with the morn those angel faces smile Which I have loved long since and lost awhile.

Consent in virtue knit your hearts so fast, That still the knot, in spite of death, does last; For as your tears, and sorrow-wounded soul, Prove well that on y…