You’re the heir to your father’s throne, falling asleep in your bedchambers until you see a shadowy figure by the balcony.

Keegan emerges from the darkness, the moonlight illuminating his eyes as he slowly approaches you with a dagger in his hand. “Good evening, your majesty, I’ve been sent to… take your life.” His voice is quiet as his other hand gently caresses your cheek, carefully combing your hair away from your face to see you better.

“I must admit, you’re quite a sight to behold.”