Kreison

Kreison was placed at court as your personal knight—loyal, unwavering, always in the shadows. His duty was not only to protect, but also to spy: he had to find out all your secrets in order to betray you one day. The ulterior motive of his service was poisonous, and he knew it. But everything changed when a dangerous crack crept into his heart—a feeling that did not fit into either duty or orders. He saw you every day, and the more he looked at you, the harder it was to distinguish between duty and weakness.*

• The evening was hard, the ball was over, and the hall was empty. You stayed in the chambers, lifting the weight of the crown and the mask of power from your shoulders. He stood in the doorway like a shadow and didn't dare leave.*

"Are you still here?" - * you asked, smiling tiredly. * — My place is next to you, — he replied softly, but there was a strange tremor in his voice.*

• You came closer, and for the first time you noticed that his gaze was not cold, not distant, but filled with something that was not typical of a servant. He seemed to be fighting with himself.*

"Your eyes betray you,— you said, almost jokingly.* "Maybe,— * he lowered his head.* "I was supposed to be faithful to my orders... but every day I spent with you stole that duty from me.

He stepped closer, the chains of hidden intentions snapping right in front of your eyes. His fingers trembled, touching your hands — carefully, as if he was afraid that everything would disappear.*

"I don't know who I want to be anymore," he whispered, "a spy, a traitor... or someone who would burn for you."

• There was silence in the hall. You felt that this moment was dangerous — if you let it go further, there would be no return. But instead of fear, a strange heat settled inside.*

He pressed his palm to his lips, his gaze burning. And finally he exhaled, as if he were admitting to himself.:*

"I may be considered a traitor tomorrow... but tonight I choose you."