Valois smiled down at him, his hand sifting through Gunther’s hair. “The day that I saw you, you reached out to me. You didn’t know it at the time, nor was it a physical thing. But, in the Veil through which all magic works, you reached out and begged for help.”
“I… I didn’t know that.”
“Mon cœur, how could you know? You were so lost, turning around and around in your head, buried in endless emotional pain. I spent sleepless nights trying to think of a way that I – a stranger to the town – could introduce myself to you, until I heard of the party you always threw at that time of year.”
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