So, I appeal to you, dear Amethyst. If you forbid me from complying with her degrading requests, I will oblige without a second thought. I will endure the relentless torment of not hearing your voice or reading your beautiful words. I will endure the solitude that will come with the loss of our correspondence. If you demand my fidelity, then it’s yours. I would rather live an eternity in isolation than taint our bond with such betrayal.
