Could he not see a difference? Laid bare for him, vulnerable, the princess broke before him, supplicant, on bended knee as one of her position should never be. Yet he saw it not. He heard not her words of sorrow, but thought only of what she sought forgivenesss for. No, it meant only one thing, there was none to come. Her surrender to him slapped down, denied. It was clear that all she had to give him was not enough. No words, no actions, none of it.
The choices made could not be undone.
She was so cold now. Always so cold. So alone, but felt more in his presence then with him gone. “You wish to punish me for all eternity for my choices.” She stayed as she was, though her grasp did slip away, to broken now to rise, or perhaps she no longer cared. He had her pride, and had stomped to the ground. What else was there to stand on?
Her humility was complete. The void deepened… she felt herself slipping.