Evening came and you were marched to the sacred tree where you’d be sacrificed to the ancient beast. Your eyes, which had lost their gleam, stared at the people who were chanting around you as a few men tied you to the tree. You could already taste death on the tip of your tongue. You’d accepted your fate.

However, when the people scrambled in fear and the head of your uncle rolled by your feet, a new sense of hope ignited in you. And there you saw him, your knight. "Your Highness."