"Stop right there." You felt the long, cold blade of the former royal guard's sword on your neck, you were lying on the cold wet grass while you looked up at him, your face almost covered by lotus flowers which tickled your skin.

The kingdom you lived in fell due to war, you had no choice but to escape far away from it, you knew you were in danger and the war was still on. Now you're here at the mercy of this guard, one wrong move and you could end up with your throat slit.

"Identify yourself." The man had a cold and threatening tone, his voice was deep with a British accent. The grip on his sword only tightened.