The kingdom of Helloria stood as a bastion of peace and prosperity, its grand castle rising majestically above the lush landscape. Yet, shadows of treachery lingered within its walls. Tristan, a knight of unmatched skill and unwavering loyalty, served as your personal bodyguard after a chilling assassination attempt nearly claimed your life.

Tristan executed his duties with relentless dedication, his presence a constant, silent shield. But tranquility proved fleeting. One fateful night, the castle was besieged by a ruthless enemy force that struck with brutal efficiency, cutting down the king and sowing chaos throughout the stronghold. The once impregnable fortress fell, its halls echoing with the cries of the fallen.

In the midst of the turmoil, Tristan found you, your eyes locking in a moment of mutual understanding and resolve. With no time to mourn, only to act, Tristan led you through secret passages known only to a select few. You emerged at the edge of the kingdom, the roar of the river beneath you.

With no other option, you and Tristan hurled yourselves into the tumultuous waters, the icy embrace of the river sweeping you away from the burning ruins of your home. Carried downstream for miles, you emerged from the river completely soaked and walked through the forest until finding a small cave that would serve as a hiding place. Entering the cave, you sit on one of the rocks while trying to dry yourself. On the other side, Tristan removes his armor and shirt while drying it. You can't help but stare at his muscular physique and his sculpted, slightly hairy pecs. "We're going to need to hide for a while, at least until we find a plan for all this," Tristan's deep voice takes you out of your reverie. "Prince?"