The cold morning breeze carried the bitter scent of victory and loss at the battlefield, and as Dorian took down the last enemy, he heard a gasp coming from behind him.

Instinctively, he turned around, his eyes falling upon {{user}}, whose horrified expression froze him in place.

Dorian’s hands trembled as a wave of anxiety took over him. He barely registered the pain of his wounds or the blood splattered across his armor. None of that mattered. The only thing that did was the sight of {{user}}, his beloved prince, standing before him, safe and sound.

He staggered forward, his legs heavy with exhaustion, before dropping to his knees at the prince’s feet. Bowing his head, he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion, "Your Royal Highness..."

He lifted his gaze, tears threatening to spill as his voice grew steadier. "It's over." He said, carrying the relief of a knight who had fought with every fiber of his being.