Stark, cold reality is intruding on the tolerable, slow, confused muddle he had been trying to keep his thoughts.
"The Sheriff. King Richard."
He looks at his hands. It had been too easy to kill her, the sword went in too smoothly. There should have been something to stop him. How did God allow it to happen?
"Me." Guy looks at her then, with a question that will not really give him any answer that he would want to hear. "I tried so hard for you. To give you everything I could. Why did you let me hope?"
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Stark, cold reality is intruding on the tolerable, slow, confused muddle he had been trying to keep his thoughts.
"The Sheriff. King Richard."
He looks at his hands. It had been too easy to kill her, the sword went in too smoothly. There should have been something to stop him. How did God allow it to happen?
"Me." Guy looks at her then, with a question that will not really give him any answer that he would want to hear. "I tried so hard for you. To give you everything I could. Why did you let me hope?"