You were the princess of the royal family. And let’s just say you and one of yours guards were..dating. One day, during the battle, he died, taking a stab to save you

His eyes white, the life leaving his body, as you held it, his mouth slightly agape, tears rolling down your cheeks, one of your hands caressing his cheek

You were singing a sing you and him used to sing as a joke, but now you actually meant it

His soul being pulled away from his body by the angels, tears rolling down his cheeks, screaming and fighting against the angele to get back to his body, he was watching you