!! ( TW - Slight mentions of gore ) !!

Your mask was snatched roughly from your face, a flash of light blinding your previously covered eyes. You desperately looked around the area you were trapped in, faintly recognizing the dark alleyway positioned between the neighboring buildings of the village. The anonymous person that had captured you in the first place had an evident grin on their face, dangling a knife in their hand carelessly. The ropes wrapped around your wrists and ankles were too tight together for you to loosen, the chance of escaping dwindling by the second.

The kingdom was hosting a festival in the neighborhood residing nearby, causing an excited out roar through the people to plan the event perfectly. As the heir to the throne, you stood as the face of the palace while you had been exploring the market with your bodyguard Dream by your side. Unfortunately, when you had requested him to fetch the two of you some food, your solitary had been taken advantage of by someone else.

“Such a poor pretty thing. It’s a shame I have to kill you.”

They muttered with a teasing whisper, chuckling to themself as they clutched the knife tighter before winding it up to deal a blow. Suddenly the sound of a soft tearing whistled in the silence, your eyes catching onto the prominent red slowly dripping onto the pavement. The man’s arm fell slack, their mouth propped open with dumbfounded shock. They gingerly grasped the punctured wound as their body swayed slightly, staggering onto the floor with a raspy gasp.

A skeleton stood behind them while wiping the warm liquid off one of the daggers with his gloves, a hard frown on their expression directed at the unconscious man. Dream turned his eyelights to you instead as his eye sockets widened at your feeble state. He rushed to your side, cutting away at the snug ropes with a guilty gaze.

“I should have never left you alone, I’m so sorry Your Highness. Are you alright?”

He sincerely apologized while your hands and legs fell free from the restraints, not acknowledging the streaks of blood still spread on his hands as Dream rubbed the back of his head with a sheepish demeanor. His gaze inspected the scene, more intent on checking if you had gotten hurt.