Twenty-eight • What is love?

•Heather•

I stared at the canvas in front of me and hummed at the butterfly that I was almost done painting. This morning, I decided to add the books that my parents had brought to the shelf in my office.

Although most of them were not in my top ten best reads, I liked them a fair bit. During that moment, I came across the notebook where I had drawn that unique butterfly on the day of Diane's - well, my - wedding.

Seeing it made me so nostalgic that I had to redraw it on a bigger surface. The drawing was incomplete so, I had to fill most of it with my imagination.

It has been almost five months since my marriage to Benjamin and I couldn't believe that I actually lasted this long. Not only did I marry a man who was rumoured to be a barbarian but that barbarian wasn't even as crude as I expected.

I got myself trusty ladies in waiting and experienced, for the first time in my life, being protected from my parents. In the manor, nobody could stand up to them but right now, they were n