Cold and unemotional to the end, even as you stare on at me. I can't help but wonder.

Was there ever a time when you understood what I truly wanted?

That all you had to do to get my soul was offer me a small helping of something that no one else had ever thought to give? Not since that day had I felt it.

Obviously not but I still would like to go back. I would love to be in the days of our past, to go back to you and me.

Though it seems that will never happen now. Even though it seemed as though it was a burden to you, a contract I am certain you wish to never have taken up.

You did not enjoy our games, our helping me to pray upon others for fun.

Even on my knees for you, your emotions never faltered.

You stayed cold and unwanting.

Should I have screamed it?

Should I have carved it into my flesh so that you would have seen it as you bathed me and changed my clothing?

Even then I do not think you would have broken that facade.

In the gardens, you shattered my hopes.

You could have lied.

Even an imitation would have been enough.

But what was I thinking?

You wanted him, not me.

Although that one little lie you told had my heart racing. I was so happy to hear that you did it out of passion, that you wanted me.

But you took that away, you changed your mind and chose to change your response.

My hopes that had lived through even your killing me shattered.

My new contract didn't help either. You continued on and fought for him, not for me.

Perhaps I am unlovable, perhaps yours is the love I shall never receive and yet your last words cling to me even now.

The words that said that I stirred you, that I was a worthy soul.

But I suppose that is not love but hunger.

But to keep it in mind will help, even a false love is at least something.

Am I not right, My Highness?