It was on this slightly cool summer night slowly heading into fall that Darcy was laying on her bed at the Shimmerscale lair. Many thoughts had passed through her head. Mainly what had passed over the past two years since she had come to Rhy'Din. First unknowingly she had been seduced and dived into a romance with a vampire becoming one of the undead. Yet she had been in love. However things had become increasingly complicated things did fall apart. Even though she had loved after him a piece of her heart would always remain with him. Then there was another vampire, not like her first but nonetheless still had an impact on her, and so a small piece of her heart was with him. And then there was the Irishman. A relationship she screwed up and wish she had not just like with the vampire. And after him her ninja the one man who had the most patience with her yet she managed to screw things up. These past two years had been a lot on her. Honestly this was the longest time in a while she had been single in a long while. This was a good time for her. Time for her to concentrate on her family and more important manners. If she was meant to be with someone she would be patient and wait and not go looking for them. Good things come to those who wait right?