My name is Dimitri Dragomire.
In the late autumn in the eastern provinces the war was over.
Amir Valeyard the hero and famous general Emperor has a sword through his chest and the one holding the hilt was none other than Dimitri the traitor who has killed thousands and now Amir Valeyard has joined that fate as the countless others. Dimitris face showed no Sign of emotion for the man dying by his hand anddidnt feel any either.
He only followed his orders or so he thought. But deep down his heart was wrenching at what he did against his will.
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Gasp, I wake not to to see the cold life less unempathetic green eyes of my once lover then traitorous nemesis. The one who had taken my life.
And speaking of that how am I alive?!
I shouldn't be I look around to see I'm under the blanket with Dimitri with me!