Her olive fingertips were warm to the touch.
I held her hands firmly, crying tears of joy.
I could feel her wedding ring under my palm, gently placed on her finger as usual.
“Remember what I said, when I proposed to you?” I asked her.
Her eyes stared into me, waiting for a reply.
“I said, I love you. Do you know what that means princess? It means that I will protect you, at any cost.”
Her hands began to turn cold, and I looked down to see that her skin had turned white.

“It’s a shame that I had to protect you from your own self though. But your safe now, and that’s all that matters.”

I pulled the arrow out of her chest and smiled as I watched the blood trickle onto her hands.
“Sweet dreams princess.”