Trust
You say you love me, and I repeat the words. You tell me you believe in me, that you know I'll succeed in defeating the Dark Lord whose name even you can't say. You talk about the strength of your trust in me, how you willingly put your life in my hands. You ask for my trust in return, but how can I give it so freely? I love you-those words are easy enough to say because they are the truth. I believe in you as well. I believe that you are a stronger person than your father, a better person. I believe that there is some other way to solve this problem. And at this moment, as I look at you peacefully sleeping beside me on the bed, I trust you. I want to trust you always, but I'm afraid of what will happen to this trust once a madman has scarred your delicate skin with his heinous brand. I trust you as you are now-my friend, my confidante, and my lover, but will I be able to place this trust in someone I know is under the control of my enemy, even if only partially? I don't know, and that scares me because I love you so much. I don't want you to take the mark, to become a spy. It's too dangerous, and I don't want to see you hurt, but I know where you stand on this issue. We've had this discussion before.
I lean over, place a gentle kiss to your beloved temple, and hope that my trust will be strong enough to withstand this trial.
