Syrrus
Wishful bard
Syrrus smiled as May left the room and then went back to try and mend his violin. Touching it with such care that it almost seemed illegal. He didn't look up at Risa neither did he look upset, he simply continued to smile, softly. "I understand why." He said slowly. Trying his hardest to solve the puzzle that was fixing the beautiful instrument that was his and his alone. "I am not the most honorable person. I know this. I pretend to be, but I am not." He said, focusing all his will upon the instrument. "I have been with more women than I dare count. Married, betrothed and otherwise." He continued, speaking softly. "I have never loved any of them. Merely felt as if they were my treasures, my secrets. One woman I've loved, but she spit my heart right back at me. I do not wish to do the same to you, but I am not going to pretend to be someone I am not."
Syrrus looked up at Risa with his deep blue eyes. "If I were you, I wouldn't love me. You are worth someone more pure than I. You are worth a true prince. But saying that makes my heart ache, because I do indeed wish I could call you mine. For the day when I will love you is coming closer, I can already feel it."
Syrrus looked up at Risa with his deep blue eyes. "If I were you, I wouldn't love me. You are worth someone more pure than I. You are worth a true prince. But saying that makes my heart ache, because I do indeed wish I could call you mine. For the day when I will love you is coming closer, I can already feel it."