HOW can I bear this? The band around my heart constricts until I cannot feel anything. Tortured, I cannot breathe. I go numb from the torment I must endure in the name of duty. I am bound into this shape, this fate that I did not choose. I would shed these restrictions, be free, if I did not have to make a proper match, be a proper lady.

Trapped, I stare out across the endless sea. Norrington speaks, unheard. Black sparkles dance across my vision. I fall, but not for him. My heart, constricted though it is, belongs to another.