I was of undeniable heritage, and knowing me was never simple. Is this why countless nights, weary of your presence, longed for the dawn’s release? You draw your gleaming sword, thinking it might blind me, but nothing more. The truth you dispensed at your whim, believing honor to be the realm of fools. The respect I held for you is gone, as I await the ultimate betrayal to bear witness. Your hours stretched into my days and then into years, consuming my life. When everything else faded, I kissed your hand, with bowed head, and called you master.