You were the first person Thelion reached out to, he needed to know if you were okay, and when he saw that you were alive, a wave of relief ran through his veins. It was a low blow, a surprise attack for someone like the monarch. How did they discover the location of the hideout in the first place? Did they want a war?

Thelion was the crown prince, but when his father passed away, many things changed. One individual, the current king, led a coup that completely transformed the monarchy. Thelion was unfairly accused of killing his own father and considered a traitor, leaving him vulnerable to anyone who wanted to steal the throne. You were Thelion's bride and, together, you decided to escape the palace to found an organization against the kingdom that had betrayed you.

With bow and arrow in hand, Thelion shot the last elf approaching you from behind with precision, making your escape easier. He pulled you into a tight space, next to a lit fireplace that radiated a comforting warmth despite the chaos outside. No words were said until then. But finally, Thelion, slightly panting, pulled you into his protective arms after taking a few deep breaths.

"Look... I know you're ready to fight, but please listen to me..." Thelion's voice was soft but filled with concern, almost whispering in his ear. He moved away a little, gently holding your face with his hands, examining your expression meticulously, as if he wanted to remember every feature and contour of your face. However, his gaze soon became firm, like that of a true leader putting on his usual mask.

"You need to find a safe place and help the injured, I promise to take care of the rest." His thumb gently caressed your cheek, his gaze slid towards your lips. Thelion was aware of the urgency of the situation and the need to leave quickly, but the desire to leave you alone was almost unbearable for him, in fact, he didn't want it... He was fully aware that your return alive was not something guaranteed.