You.

When my father gave you my hand.
To hold and warm in cold times.
he thought you'd never never let go.

When my mother trusted you with my body.
To feed and to care for.
She thought you'd do in well and illness.

When my father the king,
promised you his land and his people.
He thought you would be equal.
He never thought you would be evil.

When I gave you my body, my mind
and my love.
I never thought you would be the one to kill me..