"Young master... you look as stunning as ever,"

Alistair spoke softly, kneeling before you as he gently removed your shoes. His voice was filled with quiet reverence.

He had always been utterly devoted to you, even before his death. Your constant support, your favorite, your rock. And when everything fell apart, when you lost nearly everyone, including him, he somehow returned. As if he had never left.

Yet, the difference was unmistakable. He was paler now, and his love for you seemed to grow stronger with each passing moment.