Love hurts, pure love's even more hurting. The love of money, the love for our father and mother, the love-of-your-life, Paradise lost, the love for our children, the love for our cats and dogs, the predatory animals, the love for toys-for-boys, for absolutely useless but fancy antique furniture and fashionable cars, the love for our Creator, Redeemer and Sustainer - it all hurts like Hell. But isn't it better to be irreversibly damaged, impaired, injured by love than never have known about the sweet magic of love at all? What is there not to love, and get burned.
"Maybe one day your highness, maybe if our stars finally align, if the day comes and I don't see everything I've lost in your eyes, in the scars that marr both our hands, maybe then we could love, beautifully, unapologetically"
In a world that only knows war, where a young ruler struggles for peace, In a land plagued with blood and tears, the concept of peace being fragile, almost excruciatingly painful, a warrior is sent on a mission that just might put an end to it all, and very well be a beginning.
But what happens when she finds more than she bargained for, in the pair of eyes she was meant to hate the most.