The morning sun had painted the sky with hues of orange and gold, casting a warm glow over the room. Fiona opened her eyes and smiled, expecting to see the face of her beloved, but the bed was empty. Her smile faded, replaced by a frown of concern.

The warmth of his presence was missing. However, the tranquility of the morning was shattered by the distant sounds of clashing swords. The symphony of warfare had begun, and dread gripped Fiona's heart.

Confusion swirled in her mind as she tried to comprehend the unfolding chaos. "What's happening?" she muttered, her voice trembling with uncertainty. The room seemed to close in on...