Her hands pressed against the glass in fists, she wanted to beat at it, to beat at all that this golden gilded cage that surrounded her was. But she could not be free of it, not with the awakening of her Pure self. And his words, they hit into her, love, he loved her but he denied them. His words, they were for politics, for positioning.<br/><br/>Dawn closed her eyes, feeling her lashes heavy and spiky with tears as she rested her forehead against the glass, listening to the deep voice of her lover. "I do not even want to be the Princess as i have been made to be. Why should I aspire to be Queen? Why not Azrael? Would she not serve? Why must I do what I have no wish for, I do not want the things the fae presses upon me, I fear them, I am not ready. And I want to be yours...and you say I can't."<br/><br/>She wept then, pressed against the glass, her pale skin and starlight hair caught in the sunlight and she glowed, like a fallen star. He told her the things she had hoped to hear, but they only hurt, they only made reality that much more painful. "Why isn't just love enough?"