Somewhere along their way together, she noticed that his love had transformed her.
Quietly, without any fanfare, he had loved away all the dog-eared edges of her soul, where wolves had chewed precious bits of her away.
Gently, he had smoothed the jagged, bleeding corners of her heart, with deep kisses, and devilish smiles and hands that owned her body with passion and grace.
Honorably, he had pressed her wounds like flowers, until they healed into a memory faded with the summer sun.
One day, she woke up to find that a crown had been placed upon her head, and that he was incapable of seeing her as anything but a goddess risen from the ashes, strength in her veins and love as her throne. © r&m/m.c.