I was of a bloodline never denied, knowing me was never simple. Is this why the long nights, weary of your presence, awaited the break of dawn? Drawing your gleaming sword might blind me, but nothing more. The truths you shared at your whim, thinking honor was for the naive. The respect I once held is now gone as I prepare for the ultimate betrayal to bear witness. Your hours were my days, stretching into years as my life was consumed. When nothing else mattered, I kissed your hand, with a bowed head, I called you master.