I was of blood never denied, knowing me was never simple. Perhaps this is why endless nights, weary of your presence, awaited dawn's release. Drawing your gleaming sword may blind me, but no more than that. The truth you shared at your whim, believing honor to be the realm of fools. The respect I held has vanished, as I brace for the ultimate betrayal to bear witness. Your hours became my days, and eventually years, consuming my life. When nothing else mattered, I kissed your hand, with my head bowed low, calling you master.