It's difficult, or actually impossible, to forget or let go of the first moment of when you saw the person that you were destined to love later on in life. I was sure that neither of us were new to love while this feeling wouldn't pass as the most memorable one either when compared to your first love. Yet the both of us were okay with that, right?
In all my heart I hoped so.
The second my eyes met your form, I roughly dismissed you just as I would to another. I never had a relationship thing with anybody else after my transformation to a death knight. I've met more than a handful of men that I admired and looked up to, many that were also very attractive, physically. It just all changed when my powers changed; I didn't find anyone worth looking up to or admiring. It's no joke that I felt more dead than I initially were. I took orders from my captains or those of a higher rank, made a small name out of myself from countless battles and was overall neutral towards all, except for those obvious enemies.
I never counted you as anyone important, really, but that only lasted for the first few times I saw you. In all honesty, I felt absolutely nothing when I first saw you. It's plain looking back on it from hindsight. I am sure at the same time that you shared the same thoughts as me: just another person who might be on their backs the next day. Even though you were a very competent fighter, capable of defending yourself and not to mention that you were something close to that of a right-hand man to High lord Darion. I didn't care.
You were just another person who might be slain the day after, I didn't bother walking past you or greeting you although I should've if I didn't want to be the person that we both thought of. I grew cold and sort of despaired I guessed, not that hard to when you're living in the shadows with either gore or ice as your power. But then again, I was okay with that and you were too.
My memory would never fail me with this. The first moment I saw you, you were shouting at one of the newer recruits that just became one of us. Your voice dry and harsh but your words were somewhat even worse. It's like as if they were whipping down on the younger and inexperienced, leaving tattered trepidations behind. It left me an indifferent impression to you, a little bit leaning to the bad side, but like I said, I didn't care. I wasn't embarrassed either when I caught myself staring at you because of your supposed-punitive harangue, since I was sure that most of those words weren't even necessary, and you never caught me. I wasn't intrigued by you at all. I only thought of you as a tyrant in language and a soldier in action. You were infamous for it.
Did I say anything to you afterwards? No, no one would, perhaps not even Darion, as far as I'm concerned. You were the emblem of anger and impatience, a well-known fact that nobody denied, that I later grew knowledge of. It was my first time seeing you and part of me did tell myself that you were someone of significance, but I still brushed that aside as swiftly as I could. Because I told myself, no one is of greater importance than me even though I'm under command. If anyone were to be, in my eyes, I would've died a hundred times already.
I was sure that you thought that too.
How wrong I was when I later saw you protecting the new recruit from his own demise of summoning an untamed ghoul. Although I wasn't fazed by you in the least, that act of whatever it was surprised me.