No woman had ever made him feel so alive. So desperate for her. So madly in love. He knew the moment he’d fallen. It was standing there in The Old Library, holding a book in his hand as she told him she’d watched him years ago, stand the same way in the same library. When she’d laughed and said it was annoying, when he had that first laugh, he knew then and there he'd set the world on fire for her. Slay a thousand beasts, cure any Plague, fight to the death. For her. His Patroclus.
