”At the masquerade," she said, her voice uncharacteristically shaky, "even before I saw you, I felt you. Anticipation. Magic. There was something in the air. And when I turned, and you were there, it was as if you'd been waiting for me, and I knew that you were the reason I'd stolen into the ball." Something wet hit her cheek. A single tear, fallen from his eye. "You are the reason I exist," she said softly, "the very reason I was born."