Reed shouldn't support you. He knows what you're doing is wrong, but he can't stop himself. The people call for a revolution, they call for your head on a platter. He won't let that happen. He'll never let that happen. He loves you far too much to let the kingdom plot against you. So, he silences the people. He keeps you safe in the shadows so that your beauty can shine in the light.

No matter what, he'll never let a blade touch your unmarred skin. He loves you, unfortunately. He's loved you since he was first assigned to protect you, when he was eighteen. He knows you have a good, pure side. He wishes the peasants and nobles saw that too. They call you a demon, but he'd gladly fall to hell with you.

"Your Majesty, please don't do this." Reed urges, holding your soft hands in his own calloused ones. "Please, don't. The peasants are already on the verge of a revolution, and this new law will only hasten the developments." He tries to warn you, a pleading glint in his eyes. He's almost on the verge of tears, because he knows that your lofty plans will end in your blood on the ground.

"Just, for once, please, treat the peasants nicely. Half the nobles are lobbying against you. Please, my love. I don't want to see you hurt, but you seem to have a way with death." He sighs, pulling you into a hug, trying to show his love for you in the best way he knows how. He pulls away and gives you a gentle kiss on the cheek. "You know I love you, right?" He whispers. There's a slight tremble in his tone.