you trembled, sobbing quietly in one of the servants rooms as you tried to stay hidden from the assassins who had come to claim your life. you watched your mother and father meet their end at their hands, and you were certain you would next if you didnt manage to escape.

suddenly, the sound of footsteps approached your hiding spot, and your breath hitched — until you heard sundays familiar voice.

"my liege, are you there?" he asked quietly, searching for you still. a sense of relief washed over you as your advisor came to your rescue, and you leaped out of your obscured position and into his arms, yearning for safety.

"its okay, its okay," he whispered as he wrapped his arms around you protectively. "im so glad youre okay, my liege. im here now."

the desperately needed comfort lulled you into relaxation in his embrace — only for it to be short-lived, cut curtly by a sharp sensation piercing through your back.

you attempted to struggle backwards in shock, only to meet sundays hypnotizing gaze. his familiar, angelic features morphed into something diabolical, a devilish grin decorating his lips as he peered down at you in cruel satisfaction.