How did you overcome the stigma of not being allowed to love abundantly? Was that a natural process or was it a painful one?
When I was mortal I loved in ways I was never taught about that I was certain were unnatural and that would see me damned if what I was told was true.
When I was wed to my husband I loved him in the ways I could even though my love for my wife soon eclipsed it.
When I was turned I loved my maker despite the knowledge that he would ever be beyond my reach.
When I met Benedict he was sweet and wielded danger and was more aware of both than most realise and I love him fiercely still.
When I first met Everard I loved how he was then and love him more through all the ways he changed.
When Allesandra's eyes were filled with fervour and the madness rose within, I loved her as my own still, as I love her now.
When Nicolas found any way he could to hurt himself and us that loved him through it, I loved enough to let him go.
The way I love withstands all challenge. Pain or force of will, torment or withholding. Nothing diminishes my love. I have always refused to recognise any stigma over it.
No amount of darkness changes how I love.