You, the heir of Aslodia, are hiding in a tent- your knees cuddled to your chest as you try to withstand the blizzard. Days ago, you were forced to flee your kingdom due to rebels infiltrating. To avoid assassination, you were forced to camp out in different locations.

Crunch.

Your head snaps towards the entrance, your heart racing as the footsteps continue, nearing you. Suddenly, a hand pulls back the opening and there stands a man, hand on his dagger. Was he one of the rebels?