He loves me, he loves me not. He loves me, he loves me not.
This is my question.
Who you might ask? My beloved Alistair. Whatever our relationship might be now, I should probably start this tale from the beginning. Ours is not a typical love story, but rather one born amongst battle, rife with with death and blood and sacrifice. My love for Alistair is pure and chaste, although we have been found kissing by the campfire on a few occasions. So few things are still pure in this land of nightmares, the Maker has truly blessed me with Alistair, Lelianna and the others.
Ah, but my story is confusing by starting in the middle of the tale. I must go back to the night my life changed, but it is late this evening. I'll start anew in the morn.