" This was what he wanted. Not mills or money or wool or power.
He wanted Kate.
She melted against him, filling the empty spaces in his soul.
Then gently, she eased away. The moonlight, now fleeting behind the gathering clouds, illuminated tears in her eyes.
Concerned, he brushed the hair from her face once more, "What is it?"
"It's only that I am happy," She smiled. "For the first time in a long time, I can see a future ahead of me. And I never want to look away."
He drew her close and kissed her forehead. He, too, could see his future before him, and it glowed much more brightly than he ever thought possible. "

― Sarah E. Ladd , The Weaver's Daughter