Why?
I hate him so why do I always think about him?
Why do I want to see him so badly?
Why Does he care about me?
Why do I care about him?
Why is he so important to me?
Why is he holding me in his arms?
Why are we kissing?
Why do I like it?, I shouldn't.
Why do we risk getting caught sneaking out and seeing eachother at night?
Why should a princess like myself like a peasant like him?
I always ask myself these questions, and now..now that he's lying in front of me, dying because of me, I relize the answer...I love him, I really do love him. I fall to my knees crying at the sight of him dying, and I realize I'm a monster. I watch him die, and in a few days when my maid comes to wake me up I'll be dead too, with a dagger in my hand, the same dagger I killed him with that treacherous day.