I love you so very much, my queen.
I am no consort. I am no warrior. I am no hunter.
I am not even Aurin.
To you, I am no one.
I will love you from afar, drinking in your visage with eyes thirsty for your beauty.
When death takes me into its charnel embrace, I will continue to love you.
From beyond the grave, my adoration will swirl about you like ashes on the wind.
Do not fear me, my queen.
For I love you.