"And you will be irresistible to the man," the voice of the Crone intoned," His spirit, his essence, will be drawn to you as a moth to the flame. He will fight to free himself from you but will never be free of you. You are his salvation. You will do him good and not evil all the days of eternity. Should you die you will be reborn and his spirit will find you, no matter how far or how long the separation should be. When you are gone, his undead soul will hunger for you as for blood and will not be complete without you. Your eyes, your hair, the smell of sunlight on your skin will satisfy him as nothing else will. When he rages, you will bring him peace. when all others forsake him, you will be at his side. You will have the spine of an oak and of the willow. Strong yet flexible. Nothing he can do will destroy you. He will love you and you will love him as no other. So be it, from now until the end of eternity."<br/><br/>The soft round cheeks tilted up and the glowing blue eyes stared somberly into the milky eyes of the crone. The wealth of strawberry blonde hair tumbled over lush breast that rose and fell evenly as Isolde Devereux listened to her blessing and destiny. She placed her long slender fingers in the wrinkled palm of the crone, allowing her to lead her out to stand on the balcony. The silken drapes of her Grecian style gown flapped against her long shapely legs and clung to her round buttocks as the breeze caressed her. The sun was dying slowly in the West and Isolde listened to the crone.<br/><br/>"He will come for you when Darkness has fully come." the wizened one explained.<br/><br/>"And what do I do?" Isolde asked simply,<br/><br/>"Wait, and submit." the crone answered.<br/><br/>A shiver coursed through her but Isolde lifted her chin into the freshening night.<br/><br/>"It is done." Isolde whispered. "I am his. So be it."