She turned to face him, sighing softly. She even took the risk of touching his face with her hand. "My love, On he Byzantine you were a mad man with a box. You have always been a mad man with a box, you will always be a mad man with a box, and these are your rules, Sweetie, not mine. In so much as I can answer, I have."


She loved him with all that she is, all that she would ever be... for what little value that might have. And she would defend him, against herself if need be. But sometimes she ached to fully break his rules. Usually for the sake of her own heart. This time for the sake of both of his.