Zevran's Poem

I met her on a summer's day
The trap was set, the plan put in play
The mage lured them into our reception
She fought with fury as she realised the deception

I could not hold against her might
And soon enough, she had won the fight
"What to do with you," she pondered
"Let me join you," I responded

Her companions shouted a resounding "NO!"
But the look in her eyes said it would be so
She asked for my name as she looked in my eyes
I told her my name was Zevran Arainai

We worked together against the Blight
And then I asked her at camp one night
"Care for a massage I learned in Antiva?"
Little did she know how I would deceive her

We spent that night together in her tent
I will never forget her smile or her scent
I should have known it then that she loved me
But I could never have known that we would marry

So here I am, two years since then
Standing here waiting for Yllwenn
She's walking towards me, down the aisle
She looks up and sees me; on her face is a smile