During the Hunt, you fell in love
with a man with eyes of burning gold.
He watches you as you study the stars
his eyes soft with affection (you do not
know it yet, but he loves you to.)
In these moments when he is not a King,
and you are not his guide to the frenzy
of the Wild Hunt. Those in-between times
are when your feelings become known.
“If you could have anything at all,” you asked him.
He smiled; he said he’d like a kiss, and for both of you
to stay together (if that were possible when this journey ended.)
This is how your love story begins, in
a quiet moment sitting by the fireside.