The Star Dawns, radiating its blinding light. While this light may blind the casual observer, look closer and you will see the truth.

The Dawn Star is not the center of the Celestial Arrangement, imperviously wreaking her wondrous havoc on the heart of her champion.

What of the Tiger's strength, or the Prodigy's genius or of one's Fury? These things are trinkets. The true power of her beloved lies in his strength of character, it is an unerring compass. Then their is his hope, it burns as an undying beacon. Above all of these is his love, the love that the grave could not contain which burned for her alone, that which overflowed from her and fueled his passion for living and constructed his personality. These feats did not make her chose to love him, no, they forced her to do so, she had no choice in the matter.

So do not be deceived and so assume that she is the master of her lover, for as sure as this is she is also ruled over by her beloved.