Aku berusaha berpikir rasional. Aku tahu ini hanya simpul yang berasal dari ego mimpiku. Aku pun tahu ini tidak akan pernah terjadi. Tidak akan pernah. Tidak akan mungkin. Biarlah aku menjadi daun, dan kau menjadi angin. Sebagaimana yang di ketahui semua orang bahwa "daun yang jatuh tak pernah membenci angin". Tak akan pernah. Tolong jangan pergi. Jangan. Aku bersumpah, kau tidak perlu membalas cintaku cukup kau selalu ada untukku itu telah membuat ku bahagia lebih dari apapun. Ya, apapun. Bagaimana perasaan mu terhadapku, bagaimana caramu menganggap diriku, itu urusanmu. Aku tidak akan mengganggu urusanmu. Tapi tetaplah disini. Biarkan aku mencintaimu.

"Forgive me God for I have sinned. I allowed a Northman's lip to touch my own, to touch me neck and travel the length of the sensitive skin. My blood writhers, yearning for his touch. A quenching urge for desire and O'Lord, my eager flesh burns with raging fire." When the powerful Jarl, a ruthless and merciless Viking, takes a sudden interest in Faylin, a nun he captured on a raid, she vows not to let his wiles distract her from what is truly important - her faith. His very presence is what fuels the fire within her, allowing the hatred to fester. He destroyed her world and she watched it burn to the ground, crumbling and descending, shattering into pieces of hopelessness right before her eyes. Though what happens when she starts to realize that beneath the Northman's toughened shield lays a forbearing soul, lost within the darkness and the shadows of his own façade? Stricken by this realization, the possibility of humanity under such a barbaric character, Faylin finds herself torn between her fears of eternal damnation and desire, struggling to keep her sanity as she dances on that very thin line between love and hate. Cover by FvckHumans Highest Achievements: Thorn Rose: #1 in Historical Fiction!!! (21/11/2015)

The utter most inner thoughts and feelings of one who has but no other way to express them and therefore without a pen a paper she very much may spontaneously combust in an explosion of secrets bottled up for far far too long. : )