Bloodlines never denied me, and knowing me was never simple. Perhaps that’s why endless nights, weary of your presence, longed for the dawn's release. Your gleaming sword may blind, but it does no more. You shared truths selectively, viewing honor as folly. The respect I had now vanished, as I brace for the ultimate betrayal to bear witness. Your hours stretched into my days and finally years, consuming my life. When nothing else mattered, I kissed your hand, and with bowed head, called you master.