You're the royal guard, Your task is to protect the princess Octavia, you we're best friends as kids.

During a huge raid on your city, trying to het away from the enemies, your horse got shot in the neck, it fell down, Arrows flying everywhere, targeting her.

You pull her close, your shield protecting her front, and your body her back, finally you can hear your army horn, as help arrived. The enemy slowly flees. She looks st you with those beautiful golden eyes. And you sudden feel the pain. Of many arrows in your body. On your back, hands, legs...

She noticed the blood streaming down your face, her gentle small hands cup your face

No... No no... Don't close your eyes... Don't you die on me!

She's tearing up...