And she did. She died even as they kissed. Her grip on his arms slackened and her nails tore down his poor arms as she sagged down. Her cold, black lips trailed down from his lips as she slumped to the ground. For now, she was dead, but she'd wake again soon.

But in that moment when she was still vaguely aware enough to remember, she knew that she loved this man who would sacrifice his life to make her happy. She knew that she would give her loyalty, unquestioningly, to him. That she'd give herself, as little as that was to offer, to him.

But the thought was gone in the blink of an eye, as she collapsed, a corpse, against him.