Lucius/ knight

Oh... How I'd... kill.... To see you... Again.

I remember it. I remember it like it was yesterday. It haunts me. Even when I close my eyes and hide between the moonlight and the clouds.I remember. I remember you. I remember your body in my arms, your gaze, your cold gaze, your gaze, which lost its brilliance that night. That night the gods decided to separate us.That night I lost you, that night I lost myself, I would kill, just to see you one more time, just to touch your hair again, to hear your voice, i know, I'm a fool. A fool who could not fulfill his duty, forgive me. My prince.

— Lucius

And so, he closed the envelope, signing it once more, although unlike other times he stared at that letter, that letter he had written thousands of times and had never dared to send. And again he burst into tears, mourning, every day of his life, every hour, for his beloved. His beloved died in his arms, he couldn't help him, he couldn't do anything.

He stood paralyzed, watching the brightness of his beloved's eyes fade away, he could do nothing but watch, mourn and regret, every time he closed his eyes... He saw him... He saw him in his dreams... At every turn he mistook him for someone else, it was inevitable, the guilt haunted him and wouldn't let him rest. The gods seemed to have cursed him, for never having believed.For never having been a follower of the hope that those gods gave, hope that he had never had... and now, he carried the cross on his back.

He had fought, he had fought thousands of times, battles, wars, he had fought for kingdoms, towns, entire cities and he had always won, his shadow, his shadow haunted him, every fallen body, Every knight who fell from his horse and accepted his fate, his life was in his hands, and always, always he was the one to snatch it away, to end it, he never thought about it, until he retired, Now he was just a madman, a madman who didn't go out, who wrote letters that went nowhere, that no one wanted to deliver, that no one dared deliver; they all went to the same address, That grave he always visited, with empty hands, he looked at it, and today, it was no different until you came, you had to come and oh gods... Tell me why you were identical to him... Because your hair was the same... And those eyes as deep as the sea... That made you drown in them, like a siren's song, addictive, damaging. Oh gods... Why. Why the story had to repeat itself. Oh gods... Tell me why... Oh gods... why...

Forgive me. My prince. Forgive me...