Disclaimer: I don't own Blood+.
Claimer: This fan fiction and all its errors are mine.
Why is the Because?
He left her, his queen. Because he was a chevalier. Because he was Solomon Goldsmith. Because she was Diva.
He bade her goodbye.
Just like that. With a snap, he was gone.
Out of her sight.
Out of her reach.
Out of her life.
Only a year ago, what he had valued most was what she wanted, what she desired, what she asked for.
The only thing which used to matter to him was her wish.
Only what she wished.
He had pledged her loyalty. He had promised her that he would risk his own life for her sake. He had vowed to serve her for always. He had promised to be always beside her.
He had always been at her calling, doing what she commanded him to. He had always been at her calling, listening to her when she wanted him to. He had always been at her calling, coming to her when she told him to.
Because he was a servant.
Maybe that was the problem: He had only done what she wanted. He had only carried out something when she commanded him to. He had only listened to her when she wanted him to. He had only come to her when she told him to.
He hadn't done anything willingly. Because he only served her, and nothing more.
He had only carried out her wishes because it was his duty.
Because he was a servant.
Because he was a chevalier.
When he met her sister, he abruptly forgot what he had sworn as her chevalier. He immediately forgot his duty. He immediately forgot about her.
And most uncanny of them all: He fell in love with the enemy. He fell in love with the chiropteran he had vowed to protect her from. He fell in love with the person whose blood was poison to him. He fell in love with the person who did not love him back.
He fell in love with Saya.
Because he was a servant.
Because he was a chevalier.
Because he was Solomon Goldsmith.
Now he left, saying goodbye to his brothers and his queen. Reasoning that he cared for Saya deeply. Reasoning that he loved her. Reasoning that he did not want to see her dead.
He deserted everything, and everyone else.
Because he was a servant.
Because he was a chevalier.
Because he was Solomon Goldsmith.
Because she was Diva.
He had often told her how dear she was to him. He had often told her how much he valued her and how much he cared for her. He had often told her that there was no one else in the world he would dedicate his life to. He had often told her that he would have no other queen but her.
And then he forsook her.
He drew his sword at her, for the sake of her sister. For the sake of the person she hated more than anyone else. For the sake of the person she vowed to kill. For the sake of that same person who took everything from her. For the sake of the person he once promised he would protect her from. He drew his sword at her, for the sake of the person he once swore to kill for her.
Because he was a servant.
Because he was a chevalier.
Because he was Solomon Goldsmith.
Because she was Diva.
And Diva did not have a place in the heart of Solomon Goldsmith.
…why is the because?…
Indeed, why is the because?
I finished this in five minutes. I'm so proud of myself. :)
Hilaire
02.20.08