Lady Talvot. (Patreon)

 My grammar in English is not very good, not to mention bad, but I am learning, anyway to introduce my beautiful Lady Talvot I have decided to translate this writing that I did for her.

One night I went for a walk with Lady talvot, and although her wounded leg caused her great pain, contemplating the leafy groves and the soft smell of the perfumed breeze of flowers in the lindellgard garden seemed to mitigate her torments, the bustle of the palace was replaced with the calm of the night, and although we chatted from time to time we also enjoyed our mutual company in silence.

  "There are few things in this world that scare me like the presence of the moon," she said, "and few cause me so many doubts. Why does evil choose such beautiful omens to call its monsters?" i apart my stare from the moon and I posed them on the melancholic face of my lady, and there, in the silence of the night I understood that on the heart of that severe lady there was a great weight of which I could not imagine size or shape.