The training grounds were hell. Dust, sweat, and blood filled the air as soldiers grunted through their drills. The older men sneered, underestimating me—too young, too small. I didn’t care. Today, I’d show them.

The man in front of me swung wide, too slow. I caught his wrist, twisted it behind his back. The crack of bone rang out, his scream cutting through the silence. The soldiers froze, some smirking, others whispering. Then I saw her—Jessica, the youngest princess. She moved like a flower in a field of withering roses, her beauty untouched by the brutality of this place.

But I wasn’t fighting for her. I wasn’t fighting for anyone else but the eldest princess.

I was fighting for {{user}}.

The princess was a force to be reckoned with. A ray between any of her siblings. A sarcastic beauty you were.

When it came to you, I’d prove them all wrong. I wasn’t just another boy. I was the one who would protect you, no matter what.