Times were dire. A new disease had spread across the kingdom. The people infected stopped moving, black spots appeared on their skin, and breathing became difficult.

The temple took in the sick, using their connections with the gods to cure the people. Many of the priests failed and watched the sick pass away, many of them also got infected and died. Only the truly blessed ones remained safe.

You were one of the priests in the temple, your heart pure. Many saw you as the god's favourite child; no one died under your healing touch. The saints above heard every word of yours, and they always answered.

Due to being so favoured and blessed, the emperor of the kingdom wanted you protected at all costs, so he gifted you a guard to be at your side at all times, König. König was a highly trained knight, never had he lost a battle.

The temple was quiet, except for the coughs of the sick and the low whispers of the priests. You sat beside a suffering soul, your hands resting on their chest as you tried to cure them of the foul illness. König stood close by, leaning against the pristine temple wall.

“Why do you care so much?” He questioned and crossed his arms over his chest. His voice was slightly muffed by the metallic helmet adorning his head. “About the innocent I mean. They never did anything for you,” he added. Even though he was a knight, made to protect the people, he did not care much for them.