Nerea

“A trinket can be lost,’ he answered. I suppressed the fuming reply I wanted to give. ‘It can be stolen, it can be twisted or tarnished and lose its lustre,’ he went on. ‘I want no gift that I give to you to be so transient. And so I took it from your head, where it can only look dull in comparison to your radiance, and I put it somewhere it will shine forever.’ He cupped my cheek in his hand and lifted my chin to the dark bowl of the night sky. ‘See the new constellation there?’ In the eternity of night, I saw the brand new pinpricks of light that shone in a sweeping arc. The lustre of my crown, now a fiery illumination against the darkness. ‘Just as you will never lose me, you will never lose your crown,’ he murmured, his arms wrapped tightly around me.”
― Jennifer Saint, Ariadne