does one begin a tale as tantalizing as this? Ah yes as all great
tales of magic, enchantment and mystery have begun…
Once upon a time,
in the land of Gevra, there lived a fair maiden of middle class
standards, with a heart as pure as the waters that flowed from
the Fidore Rivers. Eliza Govferi, daughter of Phiona and Cecil
Govferi, lived high in the hills away from the norm civilization,
yet she was more than aware of what occurred in her absents. A
beauty as great as Eliza would cost much mayhem in the streets of
Gevra if spotted by one of the many eligible suitors. Still,
despite her distance from the village, many of them came in hopes
of claiming the hands of the nobleman's daughter whose hair was
fashioned after spun threaded gold that brushed gently to the
curve of her back. Many dreamt of waking up to the sight of it
spilt over white, satin pillows and the glow of her emerald eyes
peeking out through thick dark lashes. Yet, not one had achieved
such hopes. Eliza was the prize possession of her parents and so
she was forbidden to have private contact with any of the
opposite sex. This was hard on Eliza. Many a nights, deprived of
the warmth of another's body, she squirmed effortlessly for some
sort of release, some knowledge on what it felt like to be
touched. But Cecil would throttle her to even suspect her of
having such thoughts. So every night in the dark, quietness of
her chambers, for the sake of sanity and need, she would found
her self caressing the very spot that pulsed angrily between her
thighs. Hurried breaths would whisper silently in the shadows,
echoing the arrival of her release until the tingle would spread
through out her body and fill her with that intoxicating
sensation. She would never tire of this act; it was all that kept
her from screaming and pulling her hair out by the roots. For
now…with this only, Eliza was suffice. Till the night of the
ball, and all changed.
"Here ye! Here ye! His
Lordship, Lord Aaron Lawrence Senthwil the Third will be hosting
the annual Winter Solstice Ball. All worth mentioning are invited
to feast and celebrate at Senthwil Manor the twenty-first eve of
the twelfth month, 1452."
This announcement was
carried through the walls of the city to the very hills the
Govferi resided. So that night at dinner, in the warm inviting
dinning room of their home, Eliza found courage to make her
"Mother…Father, I wish
to go to the Winter Solstice Ball…if you will."
"I'm afraid you won't
be attending Eliza." Her Mother said without as much as a
second's thought. Eliza knew that would be their answer but she
was tired of being denied.
"Mother…I am more than
capable of attending to myself if you and father wish not to
"No you are not and
even if that were so, you know the rules Eliza. Now this
conversation has met its end."
"Enough!" Her father
yelled allowing his spoon to clink hard against the porcelain
bowl. His fiery emerald eyes burned into his daughter's face,
causing all words to come to a halt in her throat. Eliza went
completely still and quiet as her mother became too concerned
with her beef stew soup. Cecil's anger was pulsing through the
room and it brought tears to Eliza's eyes. Always denied. Why did
she even expect so much when she was never given any? It was the
fact that she hoped so hard and nearly believed they would let
her that brought those tears slipping down her
"Now Eliza, you need
not attend this ball nor any other event down in the valley. You
have all you need and more than you can possibly desire right
here. Don't be a cruel child and ask so much of your parents."
Her mother stated, never giving her the view of her eyes. Eliza
allowed it to rest there. She was never going to be free of her
parents. Only death would free her, sadly.
The ball was
the most talked of thing in the town and now that day had come,
there was nothing but scurrying about amongst the people in final
preparations. Everyone was busy; the bakers with there artistic
and mouth watering treats can be smelled traveling all through
the village. Eliza stood on her terrace with tears trailing
silently and hopelessly down her pink cheeks. She had cried all
night in despair, wishing so hard for a means of
Just as she was
about to turn a light sparked beside her and grew magically till
there stood a maiden. Eliza stumbled away with a perplexed
expression, as she watched the maiden open her eyes to reveal
such an enchanting color.
"Hello Eliza…" Twas
enough for her to appear out of no where to surprise Eliza, but
for her to know her name brought fear to her eyes.
"What sorcery is
this?" Eliza whispered growing paler in fear.
"Stop dear, or you
shall pass out in your fear. I come only to aid you darling. My
eyes have forever been on you…watching you blossom into the
beauty you are now. Your heart is an untainted one that asks only
for a little and gets nothing. I fine that to be unfair Eliza,
and have come to grant you your desires for this one eve." She
said only taking a few steps closer, and she had already covered
enough ground to stand two feet away from Eliza.
"My desires? But who
are you?" She asked in bewilderment. Eliza thought of sunrise
when she saw the woman smile and nearly sighed for
"Ah yes, how could I
be so rude? I am Rowena Tavrek, an enchantress of the Sendu Fey.
We are somewhat of a tribe of fey like creatures, who's only
desires are to grant long awaited desires. You are my next charge
Eliza…I am to see to yours for this eve."
Eliza looked away as her mind tried to make since of the
situation. She'd never heard of the Fey or any mystical
creatures…all Cecil's doing. He allowed Eliza to know only what
he wanted her to. Some how, her thoughts had taken a different
track, and she could only think of the ball.
"So…you can help me be
free of this bondage…for just this night? For the ball?" She
asked giving pleading and hopeful eyes to Rowena. Rowena showed
Eliza sunrise again as she smiled and nodded her head slowly. Not
one strand of her pale golden hair was disturbed as she did
"For this night my
"Anything I ask?" She
was still skeptical and confused. She shouldn't be so trusting so
quickly when she'd only met Rowena woman moments
already what that 'thing' is." She answered
"I suppose you would.
I really want to go to that ball Rowena…really." Eliza said, on
the verge of more tears. This almost felt too good to be true but
she was going to take whatever help came her way.
"Then you shall be
there love…" Was only after she spoke the words, that Rowena was
embraced in a heartfelt hug. Tears were streaming down Eliza face
as she thanked Rowena profusely.
dear…let's get you ready for your big night.
Rowena had done
something that seemed almost impossible. She had made Eliza even
more beautiful than once before. Eliza stood in her room with a
gown of pure silk and lace. The bodice, cut dangerously low had a
center pies of lace on a fine piece of emerald silk, which was on
both sides were only silk. The gown fell low, and only when she
walked, one would see a peak of emerald slippers of silk and
lace. Accentuating the dress was a few embroidered beads about
the base of the bodice and wrist of the fitted sleeves. The
sleeves were of lace alone leaving spaces between the fabrics to
reveal her skin. As Eliza panted, she noticed her full breast
rising and falling on each breath. She made note not to breathe
so hard or they'd spill out. Her hair was gathered atop her head
with spirals of curls tumbling down her back, powdered to
perfection, with an exotic feather sticking out from the top. The
feather was of emerald and a sapphire blue, the bird obviously a
peacock. Not much makeup was needed for Eliza; her skin was pure
perfection in the moonlight and her cheeks already a rosy color.
Rogue was applied to her lips and under her eyes darkened
slightly with coal. She was a beauty.
"Could this truly be
me?" She asked her reflection in disbelief. She watched from the
mirror as Rowena came to stand behind her with a pleased
"It was always you
dear. Have you never noticed your beauty, or are you so modest
that the mistake can be easily made?" Rowena's words brought a
blush to Eliza's cheeks and left her looking away with a smile.
She turned slowly and looked up at Rowena with the gratitude
evident in her eyes.
"I know dear…and you
are more than welcome. Now…I do believe this is a masquerade ball
that you are to attend, which means you will be in need of this."
She lifted her hand and in it appeared a wearable half mask of
silver and emerald with tiny jewels in the forehead and a shape
of a swan was carved to perfection to the right cheek and
extended away from the mask. It was a mask that seemed to be
before its time, and was too unique to have been crafted by human
hands. Yet there Rowena stood, with it in her hands and fastened
it to her head. She was complete. Eliza was suddenly loosing her
nerves. This was too much for her. She wasn't use to dressing up
and looking like this.
"Rowena what have you
done to me?" She asked in amazement. The dark coal under her eyes
made them shimmer and pulse from behind the mask.
"I've only showed you
who you truly are. Now come…we must get you to your ball or you
shall miss the entire event. Are there any other wishes that you
would have me grant before you leave?"
Eliza pondered and
found that it would seem rude and ungrateful to ask for anything
else. She'd gotten too much as it seemed. Yet there was something
else she could think of.
"Rowena. My body is
craving…it is in need…" She felt to ashamed to finish her
"I know Eliza…and I
know what you want, but that is something that you must and will
fulfill with out my aid." Eliza asked no more after she heard
Rowena's words. She felt her touch her cheek and then there was a
chilling breeze. When Eliza looked about her, she stood behind a
big oak before Senthwil Manor.
"Never mind that…this
is your night Eliza, and I want you to enjoy it. This is as far
as I will go with interference. Go, and enjoy this eve and be
brave in doing so. As for your parents, I have fanned them off to
sleep and they shall never know of your departure."
"But how am I to
return?" She asked, her eyes taking on a bespelling glow in the
"I shall return for
you when you blow this." With that a thin silver whistle on a
thin chin appeared in her hand. She placed it about Eliza's neck
and stood back to take one more look at her.
"Till then young one,
be safe." Just as she had appeared, she'd disappear, leaving
Eliza standing in the chill of the night's air. She turned and
stood amazed at the beauty of Senthwil Manor. People were still
piling in for the biggest event of the year and just as one coach
left another appeared. She had no coach and realized to late that
she should of requested one. Still it mattered not. She stepped
onto the gravel and made her way to the manor. It was a short
journey and she needed some time to gather her
she stood at the bottom step and tried to pay no attention to the
stares she was getting. Many whispered and nudged the person next
to them as they whispered words that Eliza was sure to be
"Who is she?" One
"Where is her escort?
Hopefully there is none…"
"I must dance with her
"Look at her
"Why have we not
noticed such a beauty before?"
"Damn Lord Senthwil
for making this a masquerade party…"
On and on they went,
supposedly whispering but speaking loud enough for easy
conversation. She placed a hand on the rail to take the stairs,
but before she could take one step, a hand took hers firmly under
his and waited for her to step first. Turning to see who this
gentleman was, she was greeted by mysterious deep blue eyes and a
grin that seemed to make her body warm in the chilly
"Th-thank you…" She
said and his response was a slow nod. Finding that she was
getting no where by simply staring in those eyes, she broke free
of the gaze and cleared her throat as she climbed the stairs
slowly. Her silent escort gentleman remained just that and held
her firm till she had reached the top of the stairs. Releasing
her hand, he stepped back, took a bow and was gone before she
could give him thanks, leaving her with only the view of his back
and a rather long pony tail of a fiery red. It was her first
ball, so she assumed that this was a tradition of some kind that
was done to maidens who had no escort.
"Very well then…" She
mumbled to her self.
aglow with music that was festive and classical. Women of high
and middle class were dressed in high fashionable gowns and masks
of extravagant colors shapes and genres. Some were fashioned with
beaks, feathers, silly faces or animal faces and all cost a small
fortune. The moment her feet were over the threshold, eyes went
in was on her. How was she expected to enjoy the eve if she was
constantly being watched so boldly. She prayed that she didn't
stumble over her own feet because if it kept up that would be the
"Milady, I must say
that you are a beauty, but pray tell, what is your name?" A
gentleman asked from beside her. She hadn't noticed when he had
approached and nearly gasped when he spoke. His mask was a
harlequin, like that of her mysterious escort. Black powdered
hair was tied back on his head and stopped about neck length, and
eyes so pale a green that they appeared almost translucent,
grazed over her body with something Eliza had never known from a
man, but was she was sure of.
"Eliza Gov-…Govet" she
lied. She had no choice but to lie. Despite the fact that she
lived out her life atop the hills far from civilization, her
family was still well known and so was she.
"Lady Govet…I am Lord
Senthwil as you may already know. Welcome to my
She curtsied and
acknowledged him. "'Tis an honor milord."
"I am the one who
should be honored my dear, you're eyes, they speak of the beauty
that lies beneath the mask. I wished only that I did not listen
to my wife when she requested a masquerade ball. Then I would be
able to be sufficed by the beauty that stands before
Eliza was sure her
cheeks had burned a deep burgundy by now. She smiled and with a
flattered voice she said, "Milord! You speak such words to a
maiden's ear when she you are wedded. Please I fear others will
see my blushes and come to conclusions."
"I do not fear or
value others opinion in matters such as this dear. They mean so
little to me."
"Well Lord Senthwil
they mean too much to me. If you will excuse me
"Where is your escort
Lady Govet? Surely a damsel such as your self has not come to a
ball filled with more rogues that gentleman…" His voice had
dropped lower and held lust in each word. Eliza knew that this
conversation was going wrong. Yes she wanted a man to want her,
but she was not so far gone to take a married man.
"My Darling, there you
are…" A deep voice spoke from behind her, as a strong hand took
her by the elbow. She turned to find her gentlemen from the
stairs grinning down at her with a look of familiarity in his
eyes. She watched his gaze shift to Lord Senthwil, who was slowly
deflating before her.
"Lord Senthwil…if you
will excuse us, I wish to have this dance with milady." He said
and pulled her away before wither of them could protest. Eliza
was dumbfounded and didn't know how to form the words in her head
first. The waltz was about to start and she found herself
standing ready to begin. The music started and she was being
carried about the dance floor by the stranger. His eyes bore down
on hers and she nearly stumbled, but she felt his grip keeping
her upright. She had to know who this man was before the dance
was over, and she didn't care about being bold right
"I do owe you thanks
again this eve sir…but to whom is it that I am thanking?" She
asked as he continued to stare at her and twirl her around the
"Stay from Lord
Senthwil…" His voice still surprised her even though she knew it
"Yes that I know
better of now, but, who are you?" She frowned behind her masked
and saw that his eyes were pulling her in.
"That is not
important…" The dance was over; he bowed again and was gone,
leaving her lost on the floor with applauding dancers. She moved
to exit the floor, but found her self in Senthwil's
"Now I wish a dance as
well Lady Govet." He said drawing a gasp from her. She wanted to
pull away, but if she did it would appear
"M-milord…I am a bit
weary from the waltz, perhaps when I-"
"No. Now is fine." He
took her hand firmly and started moving in a serious of twirls.
She always wondered who was the daft fool who thought it fun to
create a dance solely on spinning. She was already dizzy and her
bearings were long gone. The music was getting faint as he
twirled her until she felt her back against a hard surface. She
blinked twice and found that he had twirled her right out to the
terrace skillfully without an eye to bear witness.
"Eliza…" Was all that
was said, and then his lips was crushing hers. She pushed at him
and found that he wasn't budging an inch. When he released her
lips, he lifted her over his shoulders and proceeded down the
marble stairs and into the maze garden below. She kicked at him
to release her and even tried screaming for help, but there was
no one to hear her.
"Please! Stop this!"
She cried as he threw her onto the ground and straddled her. His
body crushed hers with his weight and he cared little about that.
She felt the fabric of her dress being ripped down the front to
reveal her pale breast in the moon light. She pushed at him and
tried hitting him, but he slammed her wrists hard onto the stone
pavement and clasped them there with one hand. Eliza wasn't
strong enough. She didn't want to betaken like this…not her first
time. He ripped of her mask and gasped when he saw her
"Eliza…you are a
beauty! What luck I have this night to lay with such a beautiful
"You swine! Release me
now!" She shouted in his face, and received a slap so hard it
left her ears ringing. She cried softly and felt his mouth on her
nipples. Sadly, her body reacted to the touch, but her mind was
still screaming no. He suckled them to hard and that crossed the
line of pleasure to pain for her. He pulled away only to rip the
rest of her dress down the front. The fabric gave way easily
under the pressure and the sound was terrifying to her
"Please! Not like
this…not like this! Stop!" She cried as he reached under her
skirt and ripped away fabric. She felt when her garter tore and
his hand touched bare skin. What she really felt was when his
finger entered her hard and fast. She tried to squirm away from
beneath him but his weight left her immobile.
"You will know this
night the feel of a man deep inside you. I will bring my self
till my seed spills inside you Eliza. Wouldn't you like
"NO! Stop it hurts! I
beg you…please" She whimpered and just as she closed her eyes,
she felt his weight lift off of her. When she opened them, the
sight that greeted her both scared her and relieved
There in the
pale glow of the moon in the middle of the clearing, stood the
stranger and dangling of the ground in his left hand was Lord
Senthwil, choking for air. Eliza crawled backward on her hands
until her back touched the wall of shrubbery. She gathered what
remains of cloth and tried to cover her self. It was then her
hands bumped against something cold about her neck. The whistle.
She'd forgotten all about it. Just as she grabbed it and placed
it to her lips, she heard Lord Senthwil's body hitting the ground
with a thud. She gasped and looked up to see silver eyes coming
towards her. With a deep breath, she blew the whistle and seconds
later, Rowena stood before her. Her heart pounded in her chest as
Rowena hissed at her hero and spoke a language not familiar to
"Rowena…please take me
home…he has helped me…not hurt me." She said softly, a blush and
the bruise on her cheek standing out on her pallid skin. Rowena
took awhile to move, feeling that there was no way to trust the
man that stood before her. He might not have hurt Eliza, but he
was not good news either.
"Very well my little
one…I will see you home."
"Wait…" The stranger
"No! You say nothing!
Let this be the last you ever touch or see her." She demanded to
him and with her arms about Eliza, she spirited her away back to
the castle, but not before Eliza gazed one last time into
enchanting silver eyes.
The castle was
quiet and all was fast asleep. For that, Eliza was grateful. The
last she needed was for her parents to see her coming in late in
such a condition.
"I am so very sorry
Eliza…this was not what I wished for you…" Rowena soothed, as she
stroked the top of the young girls head. She had finally gotten
her to calm enough to heal her bruises and put her to bed. Still,
she was more than aware that there was no way for her to heal the
emotional scar the night had caused Eliza. Sad eyes with a tinge
of fear looked up at her skeptically
"Rowena…tis not your
fault. Tis mine." She croaked softly, clearing her throat for the
lump that was settling slowly in it.
"You are not to blame
if I am not dear. No woman should be hurt like how you were
tonight." She waited for Eliza's response but she spoke nothing.
Her eyes stared aimlessly into hers and it took a shake of her
shoulders to grab her attention once more.
"Eliza? Are you sure
that you're well?"
"I don't want to go
back out there Rowena. Here is where I belong and where I want to
stay. My parents were right in their actions. Now I had to learn
that the hard way, but it was taught well non the
"No…I am content
Rowena. Thank you. Now I am fatigue, please let me
There was nothing else
to say. She truly was content but there was a pinch of yearning
still left in Eliza and it was to know who the stranger was. She
had meant to ask Rowena about him, but there had seemed to be too
many fowl words between the two to ask.
"I will leave you be
for now Eliza…but shed a tear and my presence you will have."
With that, she kissed her forehead and was gone in a flash. After
awhile, Eliza sighed into the darkness and turned onto her side
to snuff out the candle. She stopped and decided to leave it
It was the wee
hours of the night when deep sleep had every mind lost in dream
land, when Eliza's eyes opened to the sound of her balcony's door
being swung wide open. She felt the hairs on the back of her neck
and her face stand on end at a presence and made her shiver in
the dimly lit room. She sat up slowly and shifted her gaze
towards the balcony. She saw nothing but her doors were open. She
couldn't leave it as that, so she threw her legs over the side of
the bed, and made her way to the balcony. Her feet patted softly
on the brick flooring, her hair tumbled about her and her heart
was slowly calming from the jolt. Reaching the threshold of the
balcony, she looked and saw only swaying trees in the evenings
breeze. It caused another shiver to run down her back and she
closed the door quickly for it. With the door firmly secured, she
stepped back slowly and stopped short when she bumped into
something hard. Her heart froze in her chest as she felt hot
breath on her neck, blowing at her hair. A whimper escaped her
throat when she heard a deep exhale behind her.
"Don't fear your
knight fair maiden…" It was only a few times she had heard the
voice, but already she knew it and the eyes and grin that
accompanied it. She couldn't move, that was the only thing she
was sure of.
"How…h-how did you get
in?" She whispered into the ever growing silence.
"You invited me…" he
said matter of factly
"I don't recall doing
so." Why wasn't she so afraid anymore? Was his voice that
soothing to her nerves?
"Eliza…I came because
you wanted me as much as I wanted you…" He finished and she felt
his arms about her waist just then. Instinct told her to tilt her
head slightly to the side, and thus she did so. Her back arced to
the feel of his lips on her neck, and instantaneously, Eliza felt
the moisture and a pulse grow between her thighs. She grasped the
back of his neck and moaned when she felt his hands on her breast
through the chemise.
"Why do I feel this
way?" she asked and her voice was more air than sound. She found
her self grinding her buttocks into his crotch like a wanton
whore and found no shame in doing so.
"Let me show you what
you've dreamt of for so many nights Eliza…you have summoned me
and now I must obey to your call…" She had only closed her eyes
for but a moment, when they opened again she was lying atop the
bed, completely naked and the delicious weight of him sprawled
out over her. She was in heaven and loving every moment of her
"Who are you?" She
asked as she looked up into a face with such striking features
that it made her breath come short in her throat. A soft grin
came to his lips and she was amazed all over again to see
"My name is Aaron.
That is all that needs to be spoken right now my precious…let me
explore your body."
As if on cue, another
wave of hunger surged through Eliza and nearly drowned her in its
"Take me…please…" She
said as she opened her legs to him and trapped him there. He
needed no more coaxing. His fingers pinched and teased her nipple
while his mouth suckled the next. Her soft moans were music to
his ears and a melody that he would never tire of. She raked
sharp nails gingerly over his back and it set his desire afire,
and as a result he grew harder between her legs. The scent, the
feel of his flesh warm and slick on hers drove Eliza's senses
crazy and left her clawing at him for more. Slowly, Aaron made
his way down her ribs, kissing and licking every little bump his
lips met and showing her in that one act that he had only just
begun his torture on her flesh. Eliza's body was hot and wet for
more, begging silently to be touched everywhere, and thanking
Aaron at the same time for touching those places. She felt his
tongue dip into her navel and wormed about in that tiny
"Aaron! Your tongue is
bittersweet to my flesh…please…no more tempting."
He lifted his head and
gazed up at her through rich fiery red hair and eyes that had
taken on that eerie glow of silver again. Eliza should have been
afraid, but she felt even more aroused at the animalistic look he
"Oh but there is so
much more Eliza…" With that, he lifted her legs over his shoulder
as he knelt up in the bed, and brought the pink, delicate moist
flesh to his mouth. Viciously, and mercilessly, he ravished
Eliza's hungry flesh between her thighs and brought her panting
and clawing at the bed. She cried out with every flick of his
tongue; every suckle of his lips and even the dip of his tongue
entering her slyly. She felt her first wave of climax and it left
her crying out his name in her chambers. Satisfied by his acts,
he gently placed her bottom back on the bed and moved up to taste
her lips. She was surprised by the sweet taste on his lips and it
left her nibbling at his full lips.
"Hold onto me Eliza.
Look into my eyes as I enter you." His words were like a caress
in all the right places on her body. She wanted to release again
just by hearing him speak, but she did as he asked and braced
herself for what was to come.
Eliza had no
inkling that her overwhelming desire she felt was partially
Aaron's affect. He was giving her body the extra sensitive
touches that left her panting for his hands. So when he placed
the head of his member at her opening, Eliza arced and tried to
move her hips for him to enter her, not like most virgins who
would shy away. He gave her body what it was begging for, and
with one deep thrust he filled Eliza to the brink. She gasped and
cried out at the bittersweet sensation that ran between her legs.
Her breathing was wild as began to move slowly and deeply in her.
She felt her hymen break and the light flow of blood but she
begged him for more, and more she was given. Finding a rhythm,
Aaron, thrust deep into Eliza, pounding hard at her walls and
bringing her again. She was so lost in her pleasure she didn't
care for the noises she made. Aaron slipped his arms under her
back and lifted her quivering body off the bed. There he knelt,
bouncing her atop his hard shaft, with arms locking her in his
'Yes…cry out for me
Eliza…" He murmured in her ear and bit down teasingly on her
lobe. With that one act, Eliza came again in his arms. Still deep
and hard inside her, he turned her to stand on all fours in the
bed and continued to thrust mercilessly inside her. She cried out
harder at this new feeling. It was still him she felt but it was
all of him from that angle and she couldn't love it anymore than
she did right then. Aaron's nails dug into her buttocks and drew
blood in shallow cuts. She loved it and it only made her move her
hips faster to meet him with each pump of his thick
desire coming to a swell, he pulled her up, never ceasing to give
her the full trust of his cock and held her in place with a arm
over her chest and a hand teasing the tiny bud between her legs
into insanity. She closed her eyes and rested the back of her
head against his shoulder, feeling another surge coming from deep
inside her. Just then Aaron squeezed her nipple hard and growled
as he felt it nearing.
"Take my seed Eliza
and give me your cries of pleasure." With that he bit down hard
on her neck, not breaking the skin but holding the flesh. She
gasped and in a burning haze she was climaxing with him pouring
his seed deep inside her body.
"Aaron…" Was the last
she said and saw as she fell onto the pillows, looked up at him
one last time, and succumbed to the darkness behind her