A tiny edge of fear was growing in the Praetor's heart.

As the seasons passed peacefully he grew soft in his heart.

Hope was growing, like a small, sick flower, in his heart.

For three days she waited, fear growing in her heart.

There grew in Brangwen's heart now a secret desire to make her a lady.

"Funny," he said, an old new pain growing in his heart.

He stared at her, hope growing in his heart.

And allowed a tiny bit of trust to grow in her heart.

Slowly, something starts growing once again in her heart.

Dread grew in his heart as he hung there.