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It is a cruel injustice that my dying thoughts must be of her majesty,
I have given all of my life to protect her, I have failed.
My eyes blur but I can still see those who have led her from me.
Children, that's all those two are, how can they ever protect her.
They are so lost and so unprepared for the path she has chosen that it sickens me to leave her with them.
Then there is that despicable pirate, he stares down at me,
All the while tightly clutching his volatile abomination under his arm,
As if she is something to be treasured and not feared.
How can he possibly protect my lady while he insists on treating a…a monster,
Who's ability to erupt into a frightening rage I have witnessed first hand, like she is a princess.
The Veira's knees weaken and she slumps further against the pirate,
He supports her and leads her away.
He doesn't even look to the true princess; he just leaves her standing before me,
It was I who betrayed her; I could still strike and destroy her.
But what would they care, they are merely disgraceful pirates,
They're not worthy of her presence, neither am I now.
Her cold grey eyes gaze down on me, filled with such disgust,
I wish for my demise to quicken.
The memory of her beautiful smiling face on the day of her wedding returns to my thoughts,
There was such light in her eyes that day.
That light had died with Rassler and her family.
She never wept for them, and she will not weep for me.
I am not deserving of her tears, I know it and more importantly she knows it.
Captain Basch will take my place and his loyalty will surely surpass mine.
Perhaps she will go to him late at night, the way she often came to me and seek her solace in his arms.
That notion burns within my chest and I know I have not got long.
I laugh to myself when I consider admitting my true affection for her.
What a twisted love story it would be.
A knight who loved his widowed Princess,
A foolish knight, that protected his Princess from every sword but her own.
Ashelia B'nargin Dalmasca turns on her heel and strolls away from me as if I never existed.
It is this rejection that is the true cause of my death.
