He's always lurking in the shadows, always watching. She can feel his presence constantly, but she can tell no one. She is alone. The kingdom rests on her shoulders. The lives of her loved ones lie in the palm of her hand. No one would understand why she chose to go down this path. They would try to stop her at every turn. She couldn't let them. She would stop them. She would dive headfirst into her own destruction if it only meant they would live. And that was what she did. She was his. She turned her back on her family to ensure they would survive, turned her back on her kingdom to ensure it would live on. She stole what her loved ones cared for most right out from underneath them to ensure they could not stop her. She started down a long, dark path so that she could win the unwinnable, defeat the undefeatable. She sold her happiness and touched the lips of death. Because she would never be his.