Prologue
Desmond
The ground was red with blood. It trickled slowly through the grimy cracks in the cobbles, spreading across the floor, creating a maze of crimson. He was sprawled out on is back, his clothes soaked with blood. His blood. Protruding from his chest was the hilt of some form of blade. She was knelt next to him, her head on his lap. I could hear her heart wrenching sobs from where I was stood. I stepped lightly over the discoloured cobbles towards them. As I came closer I noticed the glazed look in his open eyes and sighed. I placed a steady hand on her shaking shoulder. She didn't react to me at all, as if I wasn't even there. None of this ever should have happened. She should never have loved him, it was all wrong…