Tears. Tears and sorrow. The only thing filling your lover’s cold eyes. He couldn’t bare the thought of having to be with another person, not after everything he’s done with you. It was for the benefit of his family, this arranged marriage, and he hated it. He sobbed quietly into your shoulder, the moonlight from the window illuminating his silk robe.

”My dear.. my love.. I can’t do this, I can’t let somebody else take your place.. my precious, please..” He choked out through sobs