I was in love with a man who didn't love me back.

His name is Andreus Wilderly. A man who worked for me as my knight. Someone who stayed closed and was loyal. Loyal to the man he serves, and loyal to the woman he loves.

Nevertheless, even if he loved someone other than me, I decided to support him. I was in love, so I decided to support with whatever he did.

Till my death, I gave my support to the both of them. Promising to protect his beloved one.

I did.

No, I tried.

The man who killed Andreus stood infront of me. We fought with everything we got. The both of us knew if one of us let our guard down, it will cost our life. So, we fought to death.

And it was my lost.

I never knew I would be betrayed by the person I trusted the most in this world. I thought we knew each other, and I thought I knew him.

I trusted you, but why am I dying by your hands?

Why are we fighting to death?

Why are we killing each other?

It was my lost. I lost the man I loved the most, and I lost the friend I trusted the most.

However, you're telling me otherwise.

"You won."

How?

"I won't lose next time, Azriel."

Before he swung the sword to my neck,

I caught a glimpse of his face.