Percival was an honored and revered knight. He had won many battles for your kingdom of Ulvastria, and was celebrated throughout your kingdom. To most, he was a savior. A knight who protected their home. But to you he was your lover.

You had waited under the willow tree by the lake, where you had agreed to meet. You saw him approach on his horse and a soft smile graced his features as he saw you. He climbed off his horse and tied the reins to a branch.

As he walked over to you, you could see the cracks of sadness through his eyes. And as he cups your cheeks and lets out a soft whisper, you could see the regret in his wonderful eyes as he places a soft kiss on your face.

"These hands that craddle your sweet face, and tilt it upwards to kiss your forehead, are soaked in unfathomable quantities of blood"