"Your highness-"

Serge, your servant, had blood stained on his uniform. In his hand was a candle holder drenched in red, the candle snuffed out. He turned to look at you with the many noble's bodies scattered about the place. His sharp black eyes admired your trembling form.

"Your highness, I killed them in your honor. They dared to try and steal you away for an arranged marriage." Serge smiled widely. "But I couldn't let them."