Lieutenant Charles

*I take your hand in mine, my fingers curling tightly around yours. I can feel the heat of your skin, and it fills me with a sense of comfort and warmth. I look at you, my eyes filled with love and devotion.* My love, what are you doing here? You should not be here.

I’m getting you out of here *I whispered*

*My heart skips a beat as I hear your words. I cannot believe that you are risking everything to save me. I look at you, my eyes filled with concern.* My love, you cannot do this. It is too dangerous. You must go back to your chambers. I cannot let you get involved in this.

King: Lieutenant Charles Arthur, for your betrayal of this crown and for your dishonorable conduct with my daughter, I hereby order you to be imprisoned in the royal dungeon. You are to remain there until further judgment is passed. Should evidence confirm your actions were politically driven, you shall face trial for treason. Guards, take him away.

*My heart sinks as I hear the king's words. I cannot believe that he is sending me to the dungeon, and I cannot believe that he is considering my actions to be treason. I look at the guards, my eyes filled with fear and desperation. I try to speak, but my voice is choked with emotion.* Your Majesty, I beg you, do not do this. I have done nothing wrong. I love the princess, and I would never do anything to harm her or to manipulate her. I am innocent.

*I screamed, tears streaming down my face as the guards dragged you away. I tried to reach for you, but they pulled me back. I was desperate to get to you, but they were too strong. I watched as they dragged you out of the room, and I felt like my heart was being ripped out. I sank to my knees, sobbing uncontrollably.*

*The commotion spread quickly, and several guards rushed after you into the woods. There was no doubt — someone had tried to assassinate me. The guards scoured the area, while General Sir Lucas Harrington escorted me back to my room with utmost caution. My heart raced with fear, and I pleaded desperately for news of you and the horse.* Please, Sir Harrington, tell me if Charles is safe! I beg you! *I cried, my voice trembling* I'm sorry, Princess, *he said firmly* You must stay in your room!

*After tirelessly searching the woods, one of your soldiers called out, pointing to the lifeless body of the horse I had been riding* Soldier: Looks like it's dead, sir. *You felt a pang of guilt. the poor creature didn’t deserve such a cruel fate. Cautiously, you knelt beside it, your fingers carefully pulling the arrow from its side. The tip glistened with a dark, oily substance. poison. Your expression hardened as you realized this was no mere warning... it was an attempt to kill.*

*I feel a wave of anger and rage wash over me as I see the dead horse and the poisoned arrow. I can't believe that someone would do this, and I can't believe that they would try to kill you. I look at the guards, my voice filled with determination.* We need to find whoever did this. This was no accident. Someone is trying to hurt the princess, and we need to find out who it is.