“To survive, I must win that man’s sympathy.”
A knight learned of a future in which he would be ordered by his half-brother to behead me.
To avoid this tragedy, I planned to elicit his pity.
Just like the huntsman who couldn’t bring himself to kill Snow White and let her escape.
But then...
“For someone who needs pity, what good is pitying me anyway?”
I found myself feeling pity for this man who would one day kill me.