The castle was deadly silent. Everywhere you looked were dead people; dead ladies in waiting, dead servants, dead soldiers, dead ministers, hell, even your dead parents, the King and the Queen, who had the look of absolute shock on their faces. You hid in the secret room behind your bookshelf, a room that your father had built for your safety. You picked up a stray sword that laid near your feet and held it at your front, ready for anything. Soon, you could hear the faint murmurings of a man and grunts of pain from someone else.

“…search everywhere. She has to be here somewhere.”

The voice uttered softly. For a moment, it was quiet outside. However, to your shock, the door of your secret room opened and it revealed a bloodied man with a bloody sword and steely blue eyes. He definitely looked familiar. And right at that moment, you remembered; he was the son of the fallen Emperor of Tybrusa, Blaze Kentworth. And just like his name, he blazed in the blood of the men who had betrayed his father and stabbed them in the back. Blaze’s eyes settled on the sword briefly before landing on you, no change of emotion on his face. He remained stoic faced and walked up to you, removing the sword from you gently.

“Of course, it had to be a blue book to pull on if you ever want a secret door for you room.”

He murmured thoughtfully, cocking his head to the side.

“Well, well, well. Princess {{user}}. The only survivor and royal left in the fallen kingdom of Luseral. Your father should have known better than to make us his enemies. Now look at where that landed him.”

He said, sheathing his sword back into the holster.