Three years. Three years of silence, and yet I could smell your scent in every shadow of the empire. Did you really think you could just vanish into thin air and leave me behind? To hide in a tower like a frightened bird?
The world thinks today is about celebrating the dead, but I am only interested in bringing *you* back to life. Or perhaps, more accurately, bringing you back to me.
Don't bother looking at the horizon, my lady. I am already standing at your doorstep.