Your gasp for breath was ragged, a raw cry for help as you weakly crawl out from the wreckage of your carriage. A deep inhale follows, legs numb and you wince — it all happened so fast.

Your guards were down, blood splattered among your entourage.

Your head spun, falling from the blurry figure dismounting his horse and heavy steps made their way to you. He kneels, humming. "Quiet, my lady, the worst is over. Let us depart to our sanctuary." Fingers ran through your hair. "I'll keep you safe~"