In This Life, I’ll Assist You
"Is it pity?"
I asked, my nemesis.
“No, it’s interest,” you replied.
Your eyes, once bluer than the deepest lake in the Empire, were losing their light.
As an assassin, I have spilled much blood, but there was one person I never wanted to kill – you, Sion Belpast, the Grand Duke of the North, my master’s enemy. Yet, I destroyed everything about you, and now, charged with treason, you are dying before my eyes at the scaffold.
I mustn’t cry. I don’t even deserve to. The only man who ever defeated me in combat, the only one who treated me, the monster, as human, I confessed to you.
“I respected you.”
“White butterfly, may your soul emerge from the darkness.”
With those words, you died. But I couldn’t harbor any doubts.
My master, the Duchess of the South, Medea, who took me in and raised me when I lost my memory, her bidding was always right. Tomorrow, my duchess will become the adopted granddaughter of the childless Emperor. The future Empress of the Empire.
But that night, as I announced the death of the Duke of the North, she stabbed me in the heart. She whispered in my ear:
“The real granddaughter of the Emperor is you. You are the lost princess from your childhood.”
My whole life was built on a lie. I died and returned to the past, where I met you again, Duke. In this life, I will keep you hidden and make you the Emperor’s successor, to atone for my past life. May I stay by your side in this life?
