# 3 - Breathe
Breathing, at the moment, was something that he was finding quite hard to do.
Ironically, this was very unlike him. He was a man who had seen more battles in his young life than he was ever willing to admit. He had placed duty and honor above personal pleasures and laid his life on the line numerous times, always willing to sacrifice himself for his people if needed. In fleeting moments, he wished he could have at least one thing in his life that would be wholly his. And he had.
Or so he had thought.
Anger flowed through his veins, red-hot and raging as he took in the scene before him. The only woman he had ever loved stood before him, wrapped in the intimate embrace of a man with hair the color of the sun and skin as pale as moonlight. The sight sickened him. Who was this man that she clung to so tightly too, seemingly no better than a common whore?
Blinded by rage, he attacked. The following moments were lost to his intended's shrieks and a sudden thunderclap. In an instant, he felt a sharp pain tear at his chest, his world went black, and all breath was lost.
