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I was of noble blood, never denied, and knowing me was never easy. Is this why the endless nights, weary of your presence, awaited the release of dawn? Draw your gleaming sword, it may dazzle and blind me, but no more. The truths you shared at whim, treating honor as folly. The respect I once held has now faded, as I wait for the ultimate betrayal to bear witness. Your hours became my days, and finally years, as my life ebbed away. When nothing else mattered, I kissed your hand, and with bowed head, I called you master.