He prizes her, his treasure.

Her laugh. Her smiles. Her heart. For once, something he didn't steal.

She wasn't handed to him like the family of the Guild. Wasn't forced on him like the prophecies and curses of le diable blanc. Wasn't stolen by him like all the things that never mattered except for the thrill.

He has earned this, the right to hold her, treasure her, touch her, kiss her white and brown hair, and whisper in her ear. He has earned her love, her trust, her hand clenched tight in his.

He promises to never let her go.