Cold.
That was the first thing Lucian noticed as his consciousness returned. The cold was followed by a pain in his chest.
Slowly, he opened his eyes, and the sight before him made them widen in surprise...or perhaps, horror.
Noelle was standing right in front of him, her eyes meeting his.
Her eyes were also wide as the two slowly looked down, and the prince finally noticed the reason for the pain in his chest.
Noelle's hands were wrapped around a golden, glowing blade, one that Lucian recognized.
The Excalibur.
And said blade was buried deep within his chest.
"H-how–" Noelle stuttered out in a horror-filled voice as she tried to let go of the blade.
Unfortunately, her body seemed to reject her command as it did the opposite.
The blade slowly sank deeper into the prince's chest.
"N-Noelle," Lucian managed, his voice barely above a whisper.
Her eyes were wide, tears already forming as she frantically tried to release the blade, her hands trembling violently.
