I knew it would hurt me, one day. Well, more specifically, I knew he would hurt me.
I knew that when the day came, I wouldn't be able to cope anymore.
And that was the day I bore him my heart.
He'd looked at me as if I'd stabbed him, like I'd at least punched him in the gut.
I hadn't.
I'd shown him something I thought to be beautiful. I was wrong.
He'd looked at me in disgust next.
He told me I was vile.
He sent for the guards.
I hate myself.
So does Arthur.
My poor magic.