Your highness, My lady, goddess.
I do not deserve these titles. But they flow endlessly from all of my subjects. And it grows tiresome to my ears. They are free to do what they please, say what they please, and find love as they please. But not me. The only love I have ever had is gone now. Locked in the prison of her own moon. And as each day passes she will grow more powerful until she will burst from her tomb and bring terror across the land as in the past.
For guilt is like a poison, it only spreads.

(the cover is not my own, I give all credit to the maker on devianart, Bednarowski!)