Fate

He traced the lines cut in his flesh, as she drew back the blade. He saw the anger in her words, but still he was not afraid.

So, let her tear his heart out, so she could hold it in her hand. He would let her take his final breath, if this is what the Gods had planned.

He had always been a fighter, but now his defences where down. He would stand and bleed to delight her, as a servant to her crown.

She hated him, but she loved him, for there is no love without hate, and as she stood above him, he left the final blow to fate.