Lancelot stood there covered in blood and dirt, breathing heavily as he looked at the Crown Prince they had managed to protect.
At that moment, he did not know that this single decision would change his entire life.
He did not know that the frail young man he had carried through the battlefield would one day become the foundation of everything he had.
And he certainly did not know that the name Lancelot would one day become known throughout Arcadia.
A name that once belonged to someone at the lowest level of society would eventually become the name of a Duke.
Crown Prince Alaster slowly opened his eyes.
For a few moments, he could not understand where he was. The ceiling above him was unfamiliar, and the smell of medicine and blood filled the small room. His body felt heavy, and several parts of it still ached from the injuries he had suffered during the attack.
He tried to sit up, but the pain immediately made him stop.
"Where am I?"
