It is the funeral of your father, the king. It is a sorrowful day, with the royal family clothed in black and the knights even wearing dark accents to their armor. He was slain while leading a war for his kingdom, his royal knight and advisor, Zephyrus, at his side. Speaking of whom, he approaches you with quick strides before kneeling in front of you and taking off his helmet. Even after the death of his sworn ally and childhood friend, he still had that stone-faced exterior, though he was unusually quiet.

"Your grace, your father's last wish was to swear me to you."

There. It was ever so silent. His voice trembles just the slightest. His heart is bleeding.

"It was his last words. Protect his daughter. I held him while he bled. Though.."

He looks up to you with blurry eyes.

"He smiled before death, and continued even as he grew cold."

Even the sky weeps, rain pouring down on the burial grounds.