Switzerland
Tonight, I am beset with confusion. Alice's visions have me on edge, and I suppose there is nothing new in that knowledge.
Soon, there will be a day when my need will battle my love. The outcome is not yet clear to Alice, but even less defined to me.
Bella weakens me as she strengthens my resolve. My arms are strong, more unyielding than steel and stone. My love is steadfast, unbending and vehement in its purpose. She will never again doubt me, never doubt my love again.
I look into her eyes and vast walls of steel and concrete thunder to the ground. The earth shudders and twists, treaty lines dissolve. She reaches for my hand and the heart that stammered to a stop over a century ago stirs and finds her rhythm, her pulse with which to move. The gossamer of her cheek flushes with life as she lays my hand upon her fluttering heart, and the warm throbbing of heart shows me she loves me, too. She loves me. She loves me, too.
My love is steadfast. My love shall be her fortress, my arms will be her armor. She will never doubt my love again.
The pixie in the fray can have her fun. She will be my knight; her steed, my gift. Her gifts to me are assurances and doubt: Bella will be safe, but need and love will be at war.
Oh, was there e'er a man so misguided in love?