The Protégé

Of course, we made love several times that day, and as before, it was explosive. I, once again, was re-addicted to him.

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It's been ten years, now, and we are still together. We married about a year after our reunion, much to the dismay of the local clerics and old maids. We have had our difficult times, our fights, our arguments. But the truth is, there is no person in existence that I would want to be with.

We are considering adoption, but it's not a priority. Our life together is our priority. Love is an amazing thing. When you find it, keep it, and Protect it.

To this day, I am his Protege.

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Author's Note

Hello, all. This story has been in the works for some time, and frankly I am pleased as to how it's turned out. I wanted to get it out, and make certain that it was done well. I think I succeeded.

Thanks for all the comments on previous stories, for the messages sent to me in private.

Much Love,

Aragon.