Chapter 2 - 1 : The Saintess Who Killed Me - Part 1
My wife ran me through with her sword...
The blade still gleamed, covered in the scarlet of my blood on her pale hands. The liquid slid slowly, marking her skin with every heartbeat fleeing my body. Her fingers showed slight tremors as they tried to cling to the cold metal.
«Husband and wife»
Words that once rang so strongly in my mind now... were so hard to pronounce.
—How long had it been since those vows meant anything? —When had they become such a cruel mockery?
In the end, they were just empty phrases. Stripped of meaning. Trampled by the same mouth that had spoken them.
—Till death do us part —we promised to the sky.
And oh, how well they kept it.
...
I watched her in silence, searching for some sign, some answer. But the gods... today they were unusually quiet.
I looked down at my body, at the blood escaping from my wounded chest. And without meaning to, I remembered her hands in mine that winter night.
Her promise under the stars of Lys.