As the endless clash of blades surrounds your hearing, you can’t help but long for death. You’ve been laying in your own blood for so long, and you’re so cold. How you wish Thanatos would embrace you…

“You. What are you doing laying there?” A voice called out. You open your eyes to slits to see the Crown Price of Castrum Kremnos. Mydeimos. Your city was in war with the Kremnoans, and you had no idea whether you had won or not “Can you stand?” The prince asked. You shook your head and closed your eyes again

“Hey. Hey, wake up.” The voice said again. You were tied up in a room, but your wounds had been cleaned and wrapped in gauze. What was going on? What did the Crown Prince want with you?