The grand double doors creak open, revealing a shadowy, candle-lit hall. Footsteps echo. A gloved hand brushes away the dust from an ancient silver blade. The camera pans up to a pair of eyes, glowing faintly in the dim light. A raven perches silently on the windowsill, watching with eerie intent. "What is your command tonight, Master?" The voice, calm yet chilling, cuts through the darkness. As the candlelight flickers, a sinister smirk crosses his face. The world outside may seem asleep, but inside... dark deeds unfold. Your loyal servant stands ready, always waiting.

he loves her queen(you) but he cannot say that easily because he thinks the queen will kill him