"You loved a woman once, do you still remember her face?"
He did.
"Rewkri," I whispered. She whirled around, reaching across her body for her sword. The elf practically glowed in the moonlight – silver hair gleaming like polished silver. All I could do was stare, like a starving man at a feast.
Her face lit up in a smile. "Rixy," she laughed, "Are you spying on me? Again." I felt a blush creeping up onto my cheeks. "You are! Don't lie, Rixy, you're not very good at it! Are those for me?"
I nodded, handing her the small bouquet of enchanted flowers I held in my hand. She brought it to her nose, and breathed in their perfume. "Thank you," she whispered. "I don't recogonize this breed of flower, what are they called?"
I smiled slyly. "Whatever you wish to call them. I created these for you."
I don't know how it happened, but all of a sudden, my lips were pressed into hers. I don't know who made the first move... It could have been both of us at once.
"Let's call them... the glory-of-the-sky, shall we?"
I remember her lying there on that fateful night, covered in blood. And I let out a pain-filled shriek. I sank to my knees and groaned. "Rewkri," I whispered, saying the name for the first time in nearly one century. My cheeks felt damp, and I reached up to feel the tears. I said it again, tasting it slowly.
I loved a woman once...
