Too Late to Cry, I'm Already Gone

Synopsis

That winter, the snow was especially heavy. I stood in the snow outside Norman Manor, my legs numb and useless. For four whole hours, from afternoon to evening, the manor's gate stayed shut. I was here to beg Duke Lance Norman for one last meeting. But that gate had never opened for me. I died with my regrets. But then, I saw that he had his own as well.