For the first time in my life, I looked at the eyes of someone, and I saw myself. I saw the desperate longing I had lived with so long. I saw the need, the ache, the boring holes that somehow, no one else could ever see. The burden that only I could feel. I knew it was a far stretch to say that Prince Zidane was an outcast like me, but he probably did not quite find his place. I was determined to make him find it within me. I was determined to make his permission worth it.
I moved forward, determined to stop being so scared of the man who would become my husband, determined to let myself fall in love with him all over again. My hand reached for his face, and he looked at my hand, then my eyes, like he wasn't sure. Like he was looking at something he had forgotten how to feel.
"Thank you
