Her back was to him as she slid the sleeve of her dress down; exposing her right shoulder. She looked up at him with a boldness but fear was masked in her eyes. He slowly reached for her hairpin and pulled it away ever so gently. Karra’s straight chestnut hair fell smoothly over her back. She smiled; the smile that makes his knees weak. When her dress fell to the floor, he held in his breath and when she turned around, he could have cried. There she was; his light and his life. Every part of her beautiful, from her deep blue eyes to the way her body curved. He even loved her beauty mark on her right cheek and her pale skin did not deter him.

It was not just the beauty of Karra’s form that caused him to hold his breath but that look in her eyes that said, I want you too.

It was then he began to weep.