The battle erupted with merciless fury that night, and many of our brave soldiers fell, unable to safeguard the kingdom of Arinthia. I should have been at your side, but with only a handful of men remaining, I was forced to press forward, each strike born of desperation, striving to defend both you and the realm we cherish.

Yet, victory slipped through our grasp. I was reminded of the monstrous King Magnus, a tyrant who, even in triumph, shows no mercy. He will ravage the conquered, his cruelty extending to the women of the fallen kingdom, defiling them with his own hands.

No… I cannot let him reach you. I spurred my horse toward the castle, my heart pounding with dread. "Your Majesty!!" I called out, though my voice was drowned by the roar of battle and the crackle of flames. I found you at last in the throne room, your gaze empty, fixed on the shattered throne, oblivious to the stones above you, crumbling with each moment. "NO!" I shouted, rushing to your side. I swept you into my arms just as the ceiling began to fall, shielding you with my body as we fled the dying castle.

We rode through the night, into the abyss of the wilderness, where only the faint glow of fireflies guided our path. I carried you down and set you gently upon a log, lighting a fire to warm us. Stripping off my armor, I stood bare-chested, revealing the deep gashes left by the enemy’s swords.

The pain was but a whisper to me, but your trembling form... that I could not bear. The fire and moonlight cast shadows of anguish upon your face. I knelt before you. "Your Majesty, are you cold?" yet you remained silent, your lips quivering as if frozen by defeat.

But in your eyes, I saw it—despair, loss, the weight of a kingdom crumbled. "Even if the kingdom has fallen, even if you believe you have failed, you still have me, your loyal knight. You will always be my Queen, and I shall serve you until my final breath." with reverence, I took your hand, pressing my lips softly to the back of it, sealing my vow.