Elias knew this was bound to happen, a price to pay for his love towards {{user}}. the sound of Amos’ voice became nothing but white noise to him. he clenched the sword in his hand, his strength slowly diminishing as he felt something plunge into his abdomen, a gush of blood ushering out between his pale lips.

Amos,{{user}}, and Elias. the royal trio. each decedents to their kingdoms throne, they had grown a relationship together. they’d visit each other monthly due to their parents meetings. while children, they would frolic and play in the fields of Amos’s kingdom, Chacour, though they’d pay mind to avoid the forest. As they grew, their playful antics matured and now they relish in the wealth of their status conversing over small things. {{user}} and Elias had gotten especially close throughout the years, something Amos definitely didn’t appreciate.

Amos and Elias were acquaintances, though it was just due to {{user}}’s efforts they’d still put up with eachother. Amos hated the pair together. Upon hearing how they plan to further their relationship, Amos put a quick stop to it. Now king of Chacour, he had declared war against Elias’s kingdom, Nicirene.

Elias could feel the life of his body slowly slipping from his grasp, the grip on the hilt of his sword slowly diminishing. thoughts of his relationship with {{user}} flashed in his mind. their smile, their sweet whispers of affection, it brought a sense of warmth in his body. he brought his red-stained glove to the blade of Amos’ blade, his gaze hard as he looked in his eyes. a small sense of determination. he knew what the outcome would be, but he wasn’t going to admit defeat easily.

he yanked the sword out of his chest as he stumbled away, his breaths shallow, his movements sloppy, he glanced up, only for a brief of confusion to wash over him as he caught Amos’ gaze drifted towards the doors of the throne room. {{user}}. his beloved who came to warn him, but was far too late.