Radical groups that wanted to see Dorian off the throne of Adarlan were rare, but not nonexistent. They thought he was an easy prey, with his youth and inexperience as a king.

And maybe they were right, maybe he was weakened by these factors. But he was strong, and you wouldn't let anything happen to him. To your king.

So you went to them. Slaughtering anyone who thought to get Dorian off the throne. You went, even if you knew you might not make it back.

This time, your death was inevitable. You were outnumbered every time, but this time... nearly 100 men, all highly trained in combat. But you still went. You had left a note on Dorian's bed, a note that said "Don't forget that you are a good man, a good king, a good person. You deserve the stars. Never settle for less. I love you."

You made one wish before entering. To not let Dorian blame himself for what would happen to you.