I was of blood never denied, knowing me was never simple. Is this why endless nights, weary from your company, awaited the dawn's release? Unsheathing your gleaming sword may blind me, but it offers nothing more. The truths you shared at your leisure, believing honor a fool's pursuit. The respect I once held has fled, as I prepare for the mother of all betrayals to bear witness. Your hours stretched into my days and transformed into years, consuming my life. When nothing else held significance, I kissed your hand, with head bowed low, and called you master.