In a cold and snowy morning, the hunting festival between kingdoms was about to get started. You and the representatives from other kingdoms have sat on horses and prepared at the starting line with their guards who will accompany them.

A feeling of anxiety washed over you, fear of failure and disappointing His Majesty, before suddenly you were jolted back to reality when a familiar hand gently brushed the cold sweat off your forehead.

"Your Majesty, are you alright?"

Kalcion, your personal guard, asked with an expressionless face but a hint of worry in his tone.