Having to fight your childhood friend, Clervie. Was something you never wanted to do. She was always so nice to you, and was even there when you buried that dead spider you saw as a pet. And she didn’t judge you. And now, here you two are, ending a duel. Clervie was bleeding pretty badly, her wounds were fatal, she crashed into your arms as your sword was stabbed through her chest, tears were streaming down her face.

“You’ll make a great ‘King’ {{user}}.”

She smiled, despite her tears.