My Loyalty is Forever Yours, My King.

For a moment, Azar saw that scene from 10 years ago. The scene that the Pharaoh broke through the guards that were lined around the Guillotine where he was a moment away from meeting his end. That night that he felt that he had nothing anymore to do, he had no one to cry for him, no one to mourn over his death… No one to remember me when I'm gone.

Akhenaton stood there tall and proud surrounded by his Royal Knights, breaking their way through the Persian guards dressed in red. He has never seen Captain Bijan frustrated before. This Emperor before him, standing underneath the cherry blossom. The petals falling all around them, they seemed to glow as they fell off the branches to fall to the ground. Looking like snow in the middle of autumn.