The room is filled with paintings and tapestries, spun with tales of chivalry and morality.
A bard starts to sing a haunting ballad and people gather around to listen.
Glistening blonde hair catches my eye and I know it's her.
Isabeau.
Suddenly, the Bishop arrives and I am obligated to return to my role as his protector.
Her eyes collide with mine and, for the first time, I feel torn between love and honor.
She carries the same fight among her own blue depths.
We both know then that love will win in the end and her happiness will always be my duty.