First, I loved the magnanimous, self-sacrificing man who, at the age of twenty-one years, with a brilliant future before him, could renounce all his prospects to give peace to his father's latter years.

I loved you then, Lord Arondelle, before I knew what manner of man you looked!" "How blessed, how surely blessed I am in hearing you," he breathed, in a low and reverent tone.
"Afterward I saw your portrait in Malcolm's Tower at Lone," she continued, in a soft voice.

"And I saw a beauty and a grandeur in the face and form that seemed the fitting manifestation of a soul like yours.
And I loved you more than ever.

My mornings were passed in the tower near the glory of that picture.

But I gazed on it so hopelessly! You were missing, you were lost to your world! And then I was so plain, so pale, and dark and gray-eyed.