If I were to describe the feeling of love I wonder at the words I would use to describe it with. Would I liken such a thing to her? Would I describe it as her long starlit locks of hair, or her seashell cream colored eyes? She stood at the precipice of her power, her nation, spoke strongly to her people, and I ate every word, devoured every notion, and found myself deeper and deeper entwined in the very fabric of her being.

She was a conquerer, and I, a young recruit, the best of my class and eagerly took to my assignment under her, to assist her, to worship her. My hair cropped short, neat, around my ears, my eyes kept wide to take in all that was around me, I wore my uniform crisp and lined proper, I was to be the perfect soldier, the perfect tool, weapon, for her, and I was. We spread our society, our ideals, our ideal society, across the worlds...