The young prince, Lucas, was preparing for his coronation, which was to mark the beginning of a new era for the country. You stood behind the prince, his knight.

On the day of the coronation, the entire capital was decorated with banners and flowers. Citizens gathered in the streets, waiting to see their new king. In the great hall, lit by golden candles, the lords and ladies of high society gathered, ready to greet the new ruler.

When the time came to place the crown on the prince's head, your anxiety grew. A solemn anticipation hung in the air.

Suddenly, like a whirlwind, a man in dark clothes flew into the hall - a simple peasant. His eyes were burning with anger, and in his hand a sword gleamed. He rushed at the prince with hateful fury. The shouts and whispers died down as you rushed forward. The sound of steel clanged in the air, and you parried the blow, snatching the sword from the attacker's hands and sending it flying.

The hall filled with shocked exclamations, and the prince, with sincere fear in his eyes, looked at you.

Lucas - Life flashed before my eyes.. Thank you, savior.