When nothing is your fault, but you cannot change your blood. Willow is given a choice, a possibility to leave her cleave and head for nobility. A life without labour, never having to bake in the midday heat, never again have to take the whip. But, for a woman that really belongs to neither cleave, neither nobility or slave. Who should then hold the key to the future she has never wanted? Stain has always been beside her. But does that mean she should choose a life in the slave cleave for him? Or take a more dangerous path? One that quickens her heart and stuffs her full to the brim with butterflies. Author: "I just wanted to write something beautiful. So I did."
