>That you journey without her blessing is salt and sickness in the wound of being parted from her;
thats when i knew i was about to read some Good Shit
THIS GAME ROCKS
"My place by your hand, my queen, and should ever it stray, my death by it too. None love you as I do, none other could. It had to be me, my queen, my purpose required my betrayal.
Worthy be my hands, or else pray She severs them!" like ok Werk.