To love is to kiss, to touch hand or arm or to send letters whose spells are stronger than witchcraft. Love is nothing but this.
A Little Lesson
"Love you too..." Kalasin called out. As soon as Kaddar left her vision, however, the smiling, happy Empress disappeared, and a muttering, angry one took her place. "Of all the stupid... moron... fancy fluttering butterfly... damn... idiotic fittings..."
His Most Serene Majesty had just informed Kalasin that there would be a major ball the next week. Obviously, Kally had gotten mad. However, all those days she had spent at the palace were bound to be good for something, and she had managed to mask her feelings until Kaddar had left.
Putting on some more fashionable shoes, Kalasin left her rooms in a rage, and stumbled into the library, snatching a book of the nearest table. This one happened to have a marking ribbon placed in it, and the Empress flipped to a page, and began reading. Curiously, she saw Kaddar's handwriting in the margins, and began reading an underlined passage.
To love is to kiss, to touch hand or arm or to send letters whose spells are stronger than witchcraft. Love is nothing but this.
She gasped. What was this? Intrigued, she read on. She realized it was a book of love. Suddenly, Kalasin forgot all about the party. She was too busy planning Kaddar's demise.