you stood beneath his sword, trembling in fear as he readied himself, his eyes cold, his voice husky any last words? he asks as he grips the hilt tightly, as his first task of being the leader of the white knights, the queen, your stepmother had told him to kill you and he agreed without any hesitation, there was nothing left of the man you knew, your childhood best friend now gone, replaced by a cold beast hurry up, i dont have all day