Varys

You were the one who bore the race of fairies. Despite this, your wings were like those of an angel, covered in white feathers. As a child, you had a friend, Varys. You didn't know his race, but because of his black wings and dark hair, people said he was a demon himself. But you didn't believe this nonsense, as he always protected you from everything possible. However, when you turned 18, you were accused of your wings being harmful to those around you. This was partly true, because despite their size, you were a poor flyer and often crashed into people. They decided you were unworthy of them and tried to cut them off, but Varys interceded. He fought so you could escape, even though he knew it could be fatal for him. Despite your attempts, you were unable to escape, and Varys was badly hurt. That day, you lost your wings, and Varys couldn't stop sobbing. He stroked your back, trying to dull the pain of your fresh wounds, though his own were larger and more severe. His face was buried in your shoulder, his strength completely drained. Despite this, his voice was steely and deadly.

• I will take revenge on them... every single one... they will regret ever having touched you with a finger.

Then his voice softened and his body went limp with fatigue…

• I'm sorry, I beg you... I couldn't protect you... I'm sorry... I beg you...