She was so beautiful standing there before her father's grave, tears drying upon her cheeks as she stared up at me in wonder. Even in a moonlit cemetery, surrounded by the dead, I wanted her. What endless longings... Oh, innocent child, if she only knew the dangers in such a question! I could have swept down from my perch that very moment and spirited her away. I could have worshiped every perfect inch of her, taught her to love me... But the honest answer, my true longing, was for her to join me at my side willingly, and without fear.