"All right, let us begin! And, when our story has come to an end, we shall know so much more than we already know!"
THE SNOW QUEEN. H.C. ANDERSEN.
BY KARIN TIDBECK
Quiet footsteps approached; the mattress dipped as someone sat down on the edge of the bed.
Lord Ruben’s breaths had evened out.
In the faint yellow light, he was young and frail-looking: very pale, with dark eyebrows and hair, a long nose, and carefully lips, like a painting.
Ruben’s filled with tears. “I am hers. She let me have the nights to myself, but only if no living being saw my face. It was going so well. I had a mansion. I had you, and a son. Now look at us. Look at what you did.” He pulled away and sobbed into his hands.
The air was very cold. Ruben lay in front of her, shaking, not at all the commanding man she had come to imagine.