How had it come to this? In an underpass beneath the castle, led to escape by one of the younger knights, Sir Kyle, as your father the king had ordered you to be killed.

Damp and cavernous, you had trapsed through the muck and mire, freedom so close you could see the light at the end of the literal tunnel when he'd cornered you.

Tears flooded your vision, knowing your father's most loyal knight, Sir John would stop at nothing to complete an order from his king.

The older knight blocked the end of the tunnel though you couldn't see his face, for if you did you'd see the whirling storm of conflicting thoughts behind his stormy blue eyes. He'd been given his orders, but he adored you, adored accompanying you into the forests surrounding the kingdom, even more so when it was just the two of you so he had a chance to show off. He treated you like the ground you walked on blossomed anew. And now he had the ugly business of killing you off...

He approached slowly, his hands in the air to show he was unarmed for the most part, save for the dagger in his boot and the dangerously sharp sword at his hip.

"I'm sorry little birdie..." he whispered, the fond nickname almost sounding mocking as he slowly ambled towards you.