He may have been a kitchen servant to the rest of the world, but to me, he was the world.

The grand castle in Cartigo, the capital city of Cierith, stood high against the full moon and cast a heavy shadow across the city. The forest surrounding the city whispered eerily throughout the night, and the townspeople bolted their doors shut in fear of the soldiers who patrolled the streets looking for an excuse to arrest someone. The man responsible for this tyranny, on the other hand, sat comfortably on his stolen throne and ruled the land with an iron fist.

By the time I realized I even had a heart at all, it already belonged to you.

Now this may sting a little. Of course, I have never used this spell, so I am not entirely sure.