"My aching desires and my heart weeping in pain could be soothed by only him. I was a child of love and compassion. My heart burned with the fire of love, my lips bestowed affection, and my eyes reflected tenderness.
The fate that the God had ordained for me had been exchanged with that of my sister. I had become everything she was meant to be. And everything I had dreamed of, everything my heart longed for in tears, was now hers.
The child of love and affection had fallen into the arms of blood and death. And the child of war and courage had risen into the embrace of love and affection.
I bowed to my fate and accepted my duty with also love. This mortal, who possessed no power but her blood and her name, embraced her throne and crown with devotion for her people.
Yet the darkness stripped me of the only thing I had left. Neither the one I loved remained, nor my name. Only I—and my blood.
It seems the darkness desired me. And so I surrendered myself.
This is the story of how I first lost my love, then my right, and finally my family and my home. This is the tale of how I lost all my love, my compassion, and my heart."