"I never once believed in the existence of souls, until the day I had met you. Your eyes magnified life itself, as though the world grew from your presence alone. Blossoms would bloom, becoming brighter upon the touch of your finger. Water felt more refreshing, when your image would come to my mind.

I lived in believing that conquering worlds and destruction were my only tasks, and the vain of my existence. But throughout the years, my head has been turned away from such fantasies, the more your warmth drew me in. I would watch with complete fascination as you would react to things around you. Delight and laughter was hardly known to me, though it seemed to radiate from you and your voice on a daily basis. I could not understand such emotion, though you never ceased from it. At first, I was merely curious as to why you were filled with so much devotion and life, and I began to want to see more of it, drawing it out so that you would feel joy more than once throughout the days. Others could see your love, and it maddened me that they wanted to share it as well.

You alone have shown me that souls do exist, and that emotions are not something made up by man. I never realized that I had begun to care for you more than anyone or anything, even more than myself. Seeing you at peace or in joy became a task for me, though finding out what made you the happiest was hard to find.

I once believed that below my blackened heart was an even harsher darkness. But as the years passed and the more I gave into your presence, I have broken through the charcoaled walls of my heart, and found the emotions that you have shown to me all these years that I could not fathom. I died the moment those walls were shattered, and only now do I feel pain while away from you. My existence has no meaning without you. No blossoms, no sunlight, no life.

The rhythm of this trembling heart is beating like a drum. It beats for you, it bleeds for you, it knows not how it sounds. For it is the troubled drums, it is the song of songs. You are the rarest rose that ever dained to bloom, and I fear that my cruel winters have stolen your love away too soon. If I were to ever lose you, I would forever be filled with loneliness and hopeless nights to search the ends of time for a rose such as you. For there is, in all the world, no greater love than yours.

Only one woman has the ability to humble the God of War’s heart, and that is you, Melisande. Be the only one to keep me from my cold, and be mine forever once more."