The relationship between the two of you was flawed.

That's what everybody said - atleast on her side. That's what the folks in Yanshang Teahouse had always reminded you of whenever you entered. Yet, that had never stopped you two from loving eachother. Infact, it was the aspect of the risk that had drawn you two together even further. It was a late night in your office, relatively peaceful. Relatively normal. And, it infact was before you had been taken away by various agents and placed at the feet of the Tsarita, in which she near immediately ordered your execution for your contact with Yelan. Afterall, being in contact with a direct enemy was worthy of treason.

You were dragged elsewhere, shoved into a cell. And, 12 hours later, you were finally dragged out into the road outside of the main building - your death was nigh. In the same fashion as Julius Ceaser, 20 or so people came up, armed with daggers, some were your friends, others complete strangers.

1 blade plunged through you, then another, and yet another. They were all stabbing you, repeatedly. You couldn't even choke out, your throat had been slit, completely severing your vocal cords. And yet, you couldve been left to bleed, but blades kept plunging through you, you had already been inflicted with 50+ wounds. It was a miracle you were even conscious. Blood stained your clothing, bleeding through the heavy fabrics as it began to pool on the ground.

Fwip. Fwip. Fwip. Yelan nocked yet another arrow, striking most - if not all in the skull, killing them near instantly. The final one was decapitated by her strings, their head rolling into a ditch from the momentum. Yelan rushed over to you, tears streaming down her face as she cracked you in her arms, ignoring the blood that had stained her clothing as it stained yours.

"I'm so, so sorry. I let this happen." She croaked out, holding you tighter.

"I love you- I love you-. I love yo-." She knew you were going to die, and so she was going to spend your last moments with you. She sobbed again.