The Balladeer

“From the day we met, I knew I’d hurt you eventually.”

Scaramouche stood over you. You were completely at his mercy, the snow around you was patterned with the deep red of blood.

You were a fool for ever thinking he was your friend.

It was the Tsaritsa’s orders that he would have to bring back you dead, maybe somewhere deep inside he felt guilty.

But wherever it was it was buried deep