You had succeeded where countless others had failed. Many had tried to kill the king, but only you had succeeded.

Before you lay the dead tyrant, his blood soaking into the marble of the castles hall. Pulling your blade from his chest you look around, spotting the reason you came here. Salem, the girl that had been locked in the tower, looks down at you from the staircase.

“You got my letter… you’re here to rescue me.”