Being a prince and son of the most famous king in all History was nice on one side, on the other side… Losing friends was harsh. Especially friends, Tedros thought would stay by his side. But the war between his world and Japeth was showing sides of his friends, he didn’t realize were there. And it hurt. It hurt because Tedros had laid with you in his bed.

“Don’t do this.” Tedros’ hand rested on your chest, holding you away from him, his sword in his other hand, he had stains on his cheeks both from tears and the rain that was heavily falling onto the two of you. The forest around him and you were in flames, burnt down, people were screaming in the background… but all Tedros could think about was you. “Please…”