“I told you once,” Aldrik continued, “that I am not a good man.”
“You did.” Vhalla met his eyes once more.
“That I have never been a good man.” Aldrik took a step forward, moonlight outlining his form in silver. “But I realized that I was only the man I’ve let myself be. That if I want something beautiful in my life, if I wanted you, I had to make myself a person that could be the soil in which such beauty could take root.”