Born from noble lineage, yet never fully embraced, knowing me was a challenge. Is this why countless nights, weary of your presence, longed for the release of dawn? Drawing your gleaming sword may dazzle me, but nothing more. You dispensed truth at your whim, dismissing honor as folly. The respect I once held has faded as I anticipate the ultimate betrayal as witness. Your hours stretched into my days and finally years as my life dwindled away. When nothing else mattered, I kissed your hand, my head bowed low, and called you master.