Character: Jezal Dan Lufar

It seemed to him that he loves Ardi with unbearable passion. Between them was something he will never find. How could he not understand it then? As enabled him to crush all this, and for what? The sad fact was, as he thought that love itself was not enough.

- What are you reading? asked Jezal.
- "The fall of the master Maker" in three volumes. Is considered a classic historical work. Tedious nonsense, and nothing more. - She snorted. - The crowd is wise Magi, stern knights with big swords and lovely ladies with large Breasts. Magic, violence and love in equal shares. Shit.
She brushed the book off the table, and she flopped on the carpet, rustling the pages.
But you could find yourself something else to do.
- Here is how? And what would you suggest?
- Well, my cousins embroider...
- Go fuck yourself!

Her cheeks were flushed more than usual. Jezal saw standing next to Ardi decanter cork is removed, and wine was only half.
- Do you drink?
- A little bit. - She narrowed her eyes at the half-empty glass at his elbow. - I just miss you.
- For now, and not ten in the morning!
- What, ten to miss banned?