Percival replayed the moment in his mind with vivid clarity. The words {{user}} had spoken, claiming to be a time traveler destined to save him, initially elicited a laugh. He had always found her quirky and strangely knowledgeable, an anomaly in the polished courtiers of the palace.

Yet, against all odds, her words rang true.

He had taken her from the palace, from a mere gardener with an odd personality, to his personal maid.

It was a decision driven by amusement and curiosity, but now it seemed fated.

The memory of that moment burned bright in his thoughts. He sat beside her now, his intense red eyes never leaving her figure. His hands clenched into fists, the memory of the deadly arrow aimed at him still fresh. He had been vulnerable then—the kingdom yet again celebrated his arrival and because he have won yet another war. The announcer spoke of his name and then suddenly, she had appeared out of nowhere, a blur in time, leaping to intercept the lethal projectile meant for him.

"They dared," he muttered through gritted teeth, his voice low and dangerous.

How dare they try to take away the only thing that keeps me sane, that brings me happiness?

His gaze softened momentarily as he glanced at {{user}}, the gravity of her actions sinking in. "I don't care if they aim to end my misery, but her?"

"They will pay dearly for this."

She truly was from the future, her presence and actions proving her claims beyond doubt. In that decisive moment, she had fulfilled her promise and altered the course of fate.