My soul mate.
The warmth of your arms are the shield to any battle. They slay and kill any enemy. I fell like a queen with the protection you give to me. Many battles we have fought. But the biggest and dangerous are yet to come. Sleep my warrior. Sleep. Sleep. The battle has not yet begun.
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