He was so proud so sure of himself
He was the young Lion knighted from the best knight, ready to roar for all the world to see.
He would make his sister, his father, his family proud of him.
Later he would rule the Rock.
He liked his life.
After seeing her again, after discovering that she was the only one he longed for, after that night.
He changed, or better she changed his plans.
They would be together a white knight and his queen.
Do the Gods mocks him?
His life changed again, the girl of gold and emeralds gone and with her all the colors from his life, only white remains.
His heart ached, but he was young and life goes on.
In his bed he would think about their first night and the few they had shared together.
Her skin, her smell, her cries. How she would give him everything.
He couldn't be with the woman he loved.
He couldn't protect the queen or the princess from the king.
He had to rescue the city from the the king.
He killed him, killed his childish naive dreams of knighthood, killed a part of himself. His honor.
His own father did let the princess and the children be killed and this was his fault, what else could he have do after he killed the king?
They would have wanted his head.
His sister had to marry the stag to create an alliance.
A whoring brutish with an obsession for a dead she-wolf.
She wouldn't be happy, it shamed him he was glad about.
Their relationship continued
He didn't made any plans anymore, he would take what he could.
