y pie. My favorite. He used to make it for me, an ol

u, Ellie," he said,

, then at him. I fe

social at The Oakhaven Inn, a large, bustling p

hild I had once secretly healed with a touc

full of awe. "A Blessed One walks a

tanding nearby, heard

and down. I wore a simple, homespun dress. "Wearin

othing. He just looked uncom

I try to keep you away from them sometimes, Ellie.

ashamed of me, he i

n the eyes. "Michael, w

I love you. But things are... complex right now. There

ties. Pr

fact where Hearthguard members magically inscribed pledges and unions. His name was there, intertwined with Victoria Ashworth' s in glowing script. My name, whi

bout delaying marriage; they wer