The watchman and his lady

Perhaps it was my fault. How did we get here? Even luck ran out on me. My body shivers and my glare soften at him.
My tongue couldn't roll out a word.
I gasped heavily as my heart flusters, watching a spear run through him and blood gushing out.
I realized who I was, I was never the perfect princess in the tale but a curse to him.
He was covered in blood, his head down as he coughs, I sensed his weakness. His sweat drips on the floor, while kneeling before me.
His last word to me was;
"Why"