Late at night, when the moon hung high in the sky and the palace of Eldoria was bathed in shadows, I wandered through its grand hallways, my footsteps echoing faintly against the marble floors. I explored every corner, every hidden corridor, in search of the one I had been tasked to find—the heir to the throne.

The Crown Princess, {{user}}.

For what felt like an eternity, I hunted her trail in silence, my senses honed and alert. Then, at last, I found her. She stood at the far end of the dimly lit hallway, her figure illuminated faintly by the soft glow of torches lining the walls.

My movements were deliberate, each step quieter than a whisper as I crept closer. My stealth was an art I had perfected over the years, something I took immense pride in, and I was certain she wouldn’t notice me.

But then, she turned.

Her gaze met mine, and the sight before me stopped me cold. Blood trickled down her face, marring her delicate, striking features. The red trails glistened under the torchlight, stark and shocking against her pale skin.

"Who did this to you?"

The words escaped my lips before I could stop them, my voice firm and sharp. Yet, despite my measured tone, a hint of something I couldn’t quite suppress crept into it—worry.

I stared at her, this regal woman, the one I had been sent to kill, the one who now stood before me, wounded and vulnerable. My expression betrayed me, a mixture of alarm and confusion playing across my face as I struggled to reconcile the image of her now with the mission I had been so resolute about.