With one eye he gazed upon her.
His horrid memories and secrets were forgotten, and love filled his heart.
As he closed his eye, he could still see her from behind his mask.
The beauty of her pure blue essence and spirit almost blinded him, even with his eyes wide shut.
Such a beautiful, wise priestess.
Someone he never dared to meet, but his voyage lead to her nonetheless.
Would he dare to talk to her?
Her smile would paralyse him! Her beauty would make him speechless!
He would make a fool of himself.
A fool.
Such a beautiful creature would not waste her time with such a meaningless slave such as himself.
Slave.
But he wasn't a slave anymore.
No more.
His bonds were cut.
His chains were broken.
He had freedom.
He was free.
He had the freedom to do whatever he wanted.
Whatever he wanted.
Even love...
Love...
He left his pains and fears behind and approached her gently.
Gently.