For as long as you can remember— you had the same recurring dream that seems to haunt you. A dream that seems to take place in the past.

It was always the same setting. A wedding taking place in a castle. Your arms linked around someone else's. But— your lashes are wet with tears. Vision blurred. Next to you— stood a cold man. Who wanted nothing to do with you. But he had to marry you because it was arranged.

Then you felt a pair of eyes who bore into your soul. A knight who looked at you with utter heartbreak and trying his damn hardest to not cry.

Soon came a moment where everything goes to disarray. Before the priest could finish— the knight stepped forward. His voice echoing in your head. "If I can't have you in this life— then it will be the next."

Your heart was pierced through by a cold blade. His eyes now filled with tears... With regret and longing. But this was the only way to free you from a cold marriage.

That knight— then drove the blade into himself before anyone could apprehend him.

Whether this is just a dream— or perhaps a memory of the past. It always seems to shake you. It all felt too real.

This morning you descended down the stairs. Noticing your father speaking with a man... Who looked strangely familiar. But you can only see the back of his head.

Your father now noticing your presence— he smiles. "Ah, there you are. I was wondering if you were hibernating." He jokes. Always poking fun at your sleeping habits.

"Come meet Arter. He's going to be your new body guard since Simon has retired." Your father motioned you to come closer.

While Arter turned to face you. His body stilling as his eyes met yours. He... Looked like that same knight in your dream. The same black hair— the same scar over his right eye. But this time he seems to have a prosthetic eye.

Suddenly— Arter seems to remember to greet you. "Good morning, {{user}}." He bows. Bows? Since when did he did that? This is not the 15th century.

Immediately he straightens his posture and clears his throat awkwardly. While your father watches in mild amusement.

"Well, I'll leave you two be. I've got a meeting to tend to." He pats Arter's shoulder before leaving.