It was a love Silene wanted to envy, but she could never quite allow herself to. Because love had been a fault. Her greatest weakness. She’d loved hard, unconditionally. If anything, Silene had found it hard not to love, for she had been made with a heart so able, a heart that forgave all faults and saw no wrong, a heart that justified those that had hurt it. It was a condition she’d been born with. One without a cure it had seemed.
