"Change your stars and live a better life than I have." – A Knight's Tale, Brian Helgeland
Once upon a time, things made sense. There was right and wrong, love and hate.
She didn't know when the lines between these things began to blur – only that every time they wore down, she could trace it to the unexplainable violence of the war that seemed endless.
At night, it seemed the only way she could sleep was to avoid her feelings. They grew stronger by the day, by the hour. It was the nature of forbidden things, to grow the more you ignored them. Of course, how was she – or either of them, for that matter – to know that. They were children playing grownups, peace-keepers pretending to be warriors. There the lines blurred too, because soon it became hard to distance herself from that cold, savage part of her – the part that craved the fight.
Perhaps that was why she craved him.
He was a fight too – each time she turned from him, a battle within itself.
Her Knight's Tale seemed to be growing more tragic by the act – and all she could do was watch it unfold helplessly.