Of Rose and Cruelty

At the front of the ruined castle, I hesitate. Can I dare do this? How can I not? I will do all I can to protect her, she, Isabelle Mercier, the woman I have loved since before I could walk. A slight exaggeration, to be sure, but nevertheless, my love for her is pure and undying. If my own life should be forfeit to keep her happy, then I should be grateful for the chance to bring a smile upon her face. A horrific beast. A desperate man. A woman willing to do anything for her family. This ta...