He was once the Lord of the Northern Territories, who controlled every part of my life and declared his love in the most domineering way.
“Your land and your every breath belong to Winter.” To escape his prison, I trusted an ally whose honeyed words hid a dagger.
I thought I was taking up a blade to cut through my chains. I never knew I would become the sharpest weapon in the hands of his sworn enemy.
I spent the wealth of my homeland, driving his empire to the brink;
he exhausted his nation’s strength and people, reducing my homeland to scorched earth.
Only when my blade was stained with blood did I realize:
The ally who promised me a future was smiling as he reaped both our corpses;
and the “betrayal” I had risked everything for had been a scheme tailored for him from beginning to end.
When the smoke cleared, his empire had fallen, and I had lost everything.
We destroyed each other, while the true victor used our corpses to build his golden throne.
