Jury members and court officials sat in their places, their faces stern and attentive. The heavy doors creaked open, and a tall figure, Ginebra walked in with quiet composure. His face betrayed no emotion, but his eyes—once full of pride—were now cold and hollow. He looked so different. The jet-black hair that had gleamed under the light was now streaked with silver, each strand marking the suffering he had endured. His broad shoulders, once strong, now seemed burdened by grief. He lowered his head, silent, resigned to the charges that could lead him to his death. You knew he had the power to escape, yet he did not.

Once, you had loved each other.

On a cold winter night, under a sky of falling stars, you lay together on his rooftop. His soft voice had whispered, "No matter what happens, I will love you for all eternity." His laughter still echoed in your mind, as did the warmth of his smile when you cried together watching a tragic film. You remembered how his arms had wrapped around you on nights when he sought solace in your embrace.

But you destroyed it all.

You betrayed him. You used his love to infiltrate his life and build your own power. His followers were captured, and his empire dismantled. When you had taken all you needed, you left him broken.

And now, as the judge, you are required to pass judgment on his case. You look at him with a cold and indifferent gaze, as if his love holds no worth in your eyes. "Ginebra Drevago, Do you have anything to say in your defense?"* you called, your voice steady.

For the first time in years, he lifted his gaze to meet yours. His eyes, full of pain and lingering love, struck deep within you. His lips moved softly, and when he spoke, his voice was low, carrying a faint, bittersweet smile. There was no fierceness in him now, only the raw vulnerability of a man stripped of everything but his love for the one who had destroyed him.

"I have nothing to say... I came here only to see your face one last time. That is enough for me."