azed into her shining amber eyes. "My love, you are so beautiful. I want to m

s start making them already." But

cause of her death. And yet, here he was, comforting another woman.

l never let you go." He sighed, looking down at the woman whose

er scent , she smelt like fresh gardenia flowers. But it couldn't be her. Sh

e couldn't. Now, he hated himself. Devon carefully laid Isad

om to deal with and when he was done,he wanted to retire to his chamber. As

s of it, she isn't the one. If only we could remember her appearance, we would identify h

er now? Where do I start looking? For the past few centuries, I have been searching for some

centuries ago. Despite wanting to spare Devon further pain, Francis knew he couldn't tell him there was no

. The only reason he had to live was Fiona. As he retreated to his chamber and laid on his bed, his gaze fell upon. Isadora, th

oughts, as her face reminded him of Fiona's death. He traced her cheek with his

power, and her phoenix wings were spread out in full glory. As they

voice whispered and before she knew it she was no longer in control of her

heartbroken and lost control of his sword. "No, it's a

m. "This is our destiny. We were never meant to be together." T

Only you can kill me. My greatest wish was to die in your hands. I always have and will always l

ke up," he wept on the battlefield. "Please wake up. I love you. I forgive

death not because she used his hands to kill her but because he was the very re

y,.I too always have bad dreams, but no one was there to comfort me. You're lucky to ha

lled his lips up, making him seem as if he was smiling,

to sleep now," he said, his heart fluttering with her gesture. "I will

t destiny played on him. Devon pretended to be asleep until she slept, and he turned to l