Farson

'Sometimes I get tired of living, but yet I still wake to the morning's light. It is hard, being the son of a well-known count, hidden in shadows then pretending to guide the light. But it was that day everything changed, the day I met her: I was sitting like usual, on the bench next to the rose garden when I noticed her, a beautiful young woman with emerald green eyes and hazel brown hair and wearing a sapphire blue dress as I watched her dance in the sun. Who was she? I had to know...'