The clashing of swords echoed through the castle, Graves boots clicked against the marble floor of the throne room. He was so close to winning and claiming this kingdom. The King and Queen had fallen moments prior, all that was left was their only child, {{user}}.

As he laid eyes on the distraught and terrified royal, something in his heart ached. Graves couldn't kill them. He reached out a hand. "It's ok, I won't hurt you, darling." He spoke softly, attempting to calm {{user}}.