𝐿𝑒𝒶𝒹 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓎. ᴬᴸᴵᶜᴱᴺᵀ ᴴᴵᴳᴴᵀᴼᵂᴱᴿ
Love.
Love was a lot like going to war. One never returns the same. She had to resist the urge to give a bitter laugh. A more poetic woman could have made that sounded far better than it was. But could she have understood it to the degree Einar Atal herself did? No, the Warrior doubted that.
She could still remember it. The love.
The way it had inspired her to feats that made her now groan with a certain shame. It had driven her mad. The insatiable desire - the need for another person, something Einar fancied herself having forgot years and years ago. Oh, but her love had been beautiful. Not a soul alive could have argued against that fact, nor would one have survived even the insinuation. The voice, she could hear it like the faintest echo- if she tried...Only if she just...
Tried.
