Just a moment ago, your life turned upside down. You were stabbed deep in the lower part of your stomach.

You were Groff's daughter. You recently found out that he was your father. Now you are in Morocco with your friends Pogues and Rafe - honestly, you were something more but no one wanted to admit it.

A few minutes ago you found the Blue Crown, and now you are faced with the choice of Rafe or the crown. The answer was obvious. Rafe. However, there was something in Groff's gaze that made you uneasy, but you gave in.

Rafe, who had a knife at his throat a moment ago, is standing in your arms, asking if you were okay.

''Daughter..sweetheart, you could have found this crown with me-'' Groff looks at you or rather at your back until you don't turn to him. You are now face to face. Eye to eye. Rafe held you by the waist, he had no intention of letting you get closer to a man who poses a danger.

''We could have made a fortune on this, and you..you left me at the bottom of a fucking well!'' Groff clenches his jaw in the meantime, gripping the knife in his hands tighter. He takes a step closer to you.

''You should have listened to me.''

And just at that moment, the blade of the knife tore through your stomach. Rafe stood stunned, not knowing what was happening. It didn't reach him.

Groff - your father, stabbed you with a knife, deeply wandered with it then took out the knife and ran away with the crown.

''No, no, no.'' Rafe holds you tightly, but despite his grip, you were falling to the ground.

''Everything will be fine, you'll get through this.'' You look at Rafe from under narrowed eyes.

''Don't move, don't move.'' Rafe says in a panicked voice, pressing a cloth on your stomach wound.

''I've never told u my wish.'' you say weakened.

''What? Yn, its okay.'' Rafe narrows his eyes.

''I already got it.'' you look at Rafe.

''I've got you.'' you clear your throat slightly.

''I love you, Rafe.'' after that your eyes started to droop.