Centuries ago Deirdre got killed. Centuries ago Morgann was left for dead.
Since then, it is revenge his soul is after; my soul.
For Rose to trust me, comprehend the depth of my feelings and remember the truth, I need to confide in her and let her know what we are. What I am.
Otherwise it will never work out.
I don’t want her to feel pressured because of this spell. I have no idea about the extent of our free will in that story.
As far as I’m concerned, I’ve accepted my fate long ago. I pray for her to do the same. I’m convinced we belong together.
© 2015 Hope Irving