He uttered the name with his eyes filled with so much sadness, yet so much affection.
She never thought he harbored such sorrowful emotion behind his cold-stone face.
He hid it so well that no one would have thought this perfect man had been hurt before.
But now, he was laying himself bare in front of her. Exposing the most vulnerable side of himself, the part he had kept hidden away.
He was showing her the shattered pieces of his heart and soul, and she didn't know what to do, or how to feel.
"She was one of the maids' daughters and was also the kindest, most selfless, most purely innocent woman I've ever known. She was stubborn though. My little spitfire.
Marcus paused, the corners of his lips pulling upward slightly.
"I had just turned 18years and was sitting under the cherry blossom tree, my secret hideout after a beating from my dad.
