"Run Princess, Run!" My dad desperately shouted.

I ran, I ran as fast as I could. I covered my nose with my elbow not letting myself inhale the cloud of smoke around me making it hard to see where I am going.

When I was about to escape, I felt a needle landed on my neck which made my vision blurry and my legs are weak. It was supposed to be my memorable day.

It is my coronation, rather than a peaceful celebration. I can only hear screams, gunshots and explosions. I felt myself collapse on the floor desperately going for an escape.

The next thing I knew I was being carried by someone.

"W-Who are you?" I asked.

"I am going to save you," He said as I buried my face to his chest.

With my remaining strength, I saw a glimpse of him and everything went black.