“Where’s my love…? Where is {{user}}?”

Rai questioned her guards sternly, gaze sharp as it swept across the Great Hall. Her girlfriend—{{user}}, her head guard—was nowhere to be seen. She sat rigid on her throne as the war against the enemy kingdom dragged on, growing more ruthless by the day.

“I shall retrieve her, if you wish, my queen—” a guard offered, bowing low before Rai.

The words were cut short as the massive doors of the Great Hall creaked open.

{{user}} marched in.

Her helmet was gone, revealing a bloodied head. Crimson stained her armor and streaked across her face—whether it was hers or the enemy’s, no one could tell.