Queen & Lionheart (Not so different after all)
He had loved her once: she was full of laughter and life, full of colors and promises.
He had been her friend, once: she would tell him things, and he would stay by her side.
He had warned her, once: where his heart truly lay, where his duty was.
He had no idea when she had become so diabolic.
He wondered often if it was his fault – if it had been how he betrayed her trust, how he had courted her death.
He had done what he had to do – she had betrayed him first.
She had betrayed them all.