He knew loving her would cost him something. He just never imagined the price would be his life. In another world, perhaps their love would have been a different story — one without blood, betrayal, or a blade between them. But some loves are not meant to save you. Some arrive like fate, beautiful and merciless, and leave you with nothing but the memory of having once been loved. He loved her knowing she could destroy him, and perhaps that was the cruelest part — he would have chosen her anyway. Perhaps this was the price of loving her: to lose everything, and still wish you had loved her anyway.