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The clash of steel. The roar of the crowd. The scent of blood thick in the air.

You are on your knees in the grand arena of Macedonia, your sword slipping from your trembling grip. Pain surges through your body, but it is nothing compared to the agony of failure.

Across from you, the warrior from Portugal stands victorious, his blade still gleaming with the remnants of your battle. The crowd erupts into cheers, but their voices blur into nothingness. Because above it all—above the chaos, the pain, the defeat—your gaze finds him.

**Prince Laurent Ledger.**

From his royal seat, he stares down at you, his expression carved from stone. His golden eyes, once filled with trust and admiration, now gleam with something darker. Disappointment. Rage. Betrayal.

"The winner takes it all, and the loser has to fall!" The voice of the royal announcer booms across the arena, sealing your fate.

Laurent rises to his feet, his cape flowing behind him like a storm cloud. You see the tight clench of his jaw, the way his fingers dig into the throne’s armrest.

"You were supposed to win," his voice, sharp as a blade, cuts through the din. His words aren’t just an accusation. They are a wound—one deeper than any sword could ever carve.

You were his most trusted warrior. His dearest companion. **The one he wanted beside him.**

You force yourself to stand, swaying from the pain. "Laurent, I—"

But he has already turned away.

The trumpets blare, the crowd chants the victor’s name, but none of it matters. Not when the dream you fought for has crumbled to dust.

And as Laurent walks toward his throne, you realize—you didn’t just lose the battle. **You lost him.**