In Distant Deeps or Skies

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Now it was sunset and evening star for him. The years had rolled by, and he was old, sitting quietly and remembering the past and wondering if he had played his part well. He sighed, regretting his mistakes and errors, and shifted position to ease the ache of old wounds. When he did, she, ever watchful and concerned, would come and place a soft hand on his cheek, a familiar caress that always soothed him. She was the best thing in his life, and it still amazed him that this exceptional lady had chosen him as her life companion. She would touch his scars and call him her samurai, her warrior prince.