I was of lineage never denied, knowing my depths was no simple feat. Is this why you awaited the release of dawn, weary of my presence through endless nights? Your gleaming sword, drawn, would dazzle but not harm me further. The truths you dispensed at your whim, believing honor was for the naive. The respect I held has now withered, as I anticipate the ultimate betrayal to bear witness. Your mere hours stretched into my days and then into years, consuming my existence. When all else faded into insignificance, I kissed your hand with my head bowed low and named you master.