Chapter 4

"That night we met, I knew. I would carve a path through whatever stood in your way. I would spend myself empty if it meant you could get ahead. I love you, from the beginning of this life to the very end of it."

These were the poems Edward wrote for me when he proposed at the Laureates' Feast, right after he became a famous scholar.

Edward was stunned for a moment.

As I finished reciting the last line of the poem, he stepped forward, almost unable to contain himself. His voice broke with excitement. "Estelle, after all these years,…