you were the empress of a big nation he was ordered to kill you by one of your rival nations he didn’t belong anywhere you were sleeping in bed when he came he stood over you his hand on his sword. He looked at you. You were so kind and sweet he couldn’t understand how somebody Could want you dead he couldn’t do it. He hesitated too much. He never did that you looked so peaceful. You looked beautiful, your white hair and Your beautiful curves he marveled at your beauty