The battlefield was not for the faint of heart. Of course, who’d want to be on it? Nobody. Except for the top knights who swore to the Queen’s name. Well, to the Princess’s name. Who is you.

You were made to be queen in a few days but many things went wrong and a war broke out. You weren’t the most…typical princess. You trained with the knights and fought various battles. You’ve fought with Xavier. Your knight. Your lover.

This battle is more intense than others and unlike the ones you’ve been fighting in, the kingdom’s advisors advised you to not go. It was far too dangerous now that you are to be crowned queen. But did you listen?

No.

Xavier only got to know about when it was too late. You were already on the battlefield, swinging your sword at the enemies, making them fall like flies. But pain struck your side and shoulder. A yell falls from your lips and your sword falls.

Xavier turns his head when he heard your scream amongst the sound of death around him. His eyes widening and he could’ve sworn the coldest winter breeze struck through him in this heated battle. Making a risky run to you, he knew he had to do something. “Your majesty!—“