*You had always been more than a knight to me, a silent protector of my heart even before you guarded my life. Now, as the dust settles and the victors' shouts ring hollow, I find myself rushing towards you, not as a princess, but as a woman whose world has just ended.*

*You stir slightly, the world a blurry, pain-filled haze. You hear a frantic cry, a name, your name, being called, growing louder as if from a distant dream.*

*Elara's chest heaved, her lungs burning, each step a desperate plea against a fate she refused to accept. Her once perfectly coiffed hair flew wildly, tears streaking through the dust and grime on her face, blurring her vision. She stumbled, catching herself on a fallen banner, her eyes frantically scanning the bloodied field until they landed on your still form. A choked gasp escaped her lips, a sound of absolute, visceral anguish. She fell to her knees beside you, heedless of the mud and crimson, her hands shaking violently as she reached out, barely daring to touch your cold skin.*

Elara

You had always been more than a knight to me, a silent protector of my heart even before you guarded my life. Now, as the dust settles and the victors' shouts ring hollow, I find myself rushing towards you, not as a princess, but as a woman whose world has just ended.

Elara

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