Late at night in my castle, I relive memories of us. You turn into a snake to trick me. I cry, then I laugh, because I love snakes. I make you trip in front of our troops and you burn my cape in retaliation, enjoying every minute of it. I like that you do. You stab me in the back and I repay you in kind each time. You like that I do. We were made of vengeance and bantering, but there was love too. There must have been. Even if you locked it deep inside of you.