Burning Love

You still don't understand how your relationship managed to work itself out.

Months of being alone together in the woods must be some sort of magic spell, invented by the witches and wizards that lived up north, and yet you didn't really believe in all that - still didn't know if you really believed in "true love" or "soulmates" at all. You had been a criminal in his eyes and you had been treated like one in the beginning, with cold distaste like you had done something you couldn't take back. What you could never make him understand was that it had never been your fault to begin with. They had killed you first, stripped you of your title and your fame and your body and left you for God.

You didn't really think God existed, either. He told you that he believed, but he would, wouldn't he? He was an angel, and you were fallen.

You still weren't sure how to take control of this relationship, and you had the distinct feeling that control had always managed to be an issue for you, even if your amnesia couldn't let you remember much of your late husband. You tried to fight him again and again but eventually you fell quiet. It dawned on you once that he didn't really want to fight you, he just wanted to get you to the village where his people were and let justice have its way with you. You supposed that maybe that was fine, maybe they'd just kill you again and you could come back and burn his town down, too. But somewhere along the way the thought of hurting him in such a manner made you feel sick, so you stopped thinking about it.

It wasn't that your love of fire ceased, but your access to it being restricted made it seem less real. Your pyromania still throbbed in the back of your head but now you had new things to focus on, like the way his hand touched your shoulder for too long, or the way his voice seemed to soften when he asked if you were okay.

There were countless nights of sitting in caves or trees or fields laid out under the stars. His trust for you seemed to grow over time as you showed a reluctant acceptance to come with him. It was suddenly unnecessary to drag you across the country, as he realized you could walk just fine.

You don't remember when you fell in love, but by the time you realized it, it didn't shock you.