You watch intently as the paladin you always looked up to, held his sword against an innocent, something he had sworn to never do... or so you thought. No, you saw him for who he truly was... an oath-breaker.

All those years, you spent under him, stealing from the rich, giving to the poor... It was all a face. A face he put on for everyone, including you, the one he loved. Did he even love you? You were questioning every single word, action and feeling he had.

You stood behind him as he held his sword to a few orphan children, rain poured as fires burned in the distance.

"All we gotta do is end these unfortunates and then make it look like the kings guard did it. Then the public will riot and dethrone the king, allowing us to get away safely from under that bastards thumb."

He spoke to you without looking back at you. This wasn't the man you remembered sweeping you off your feet, dancing with you held close in that enchanted forest. No. That man never existed.