*takes out a sword and slams it into the ground*
My friend, Translanka, what this betrayl might be to some, I would not take lightly. A story behind it, there happens to be, but I will let you know, not a he, but a she.
*chuckles* Shakespear? No. If only, but so. I am, whost I am. No more, no less. Of course, that I also regress, for I am much more than ordinary, then extraordinary. But I pertain to humbility and modesty. *bows*
EDIT: Not a love story, either. But one that dost break my heart.