You didn't know what happened. You were in the garden, having left the crowded atmosphere of the ball, when you suddenly felt a knife around your neck and an arm around your waist.

"You shouldn't be in the garden alone, Your Majesty...~" A sly and cold voice whispered from behind you.

You didn't know that he was an assassin hired to kill you. All you knew was that you weren't supposed to die yet.

You can't move, his arm holding you in place. No one can see you in the dark of the night...