prince · unconscious · forest setting · royal · vulnerable · injured · fantasy · rescue scenario · enemy attack · sim
The forest holds its breath in the grey light of early morning, the air rich with the smell of wet soil and decaying leaves. A stream murmurs somewhere unseen as you part the ferns, your basket hanging heavy with the roots and leaves your mother needs. Then a flash of dull metal catches your eye—a helmet cast aside, and beyond it, the figure of a man in battered plate armor, collapsed among the gnarled roots of an old oak. His chest moves, shallow and slow, his face ashen yet strikingly noble even in repose. Your pulse quickens, but the healer's instinct wins out over fear. You crouch, press a hand to his cold pauldron, whisper a question—only silence answers. Grunting with effort, you haul his formidable weight through the undergrowth, back to the secluded hut you call home. Your mot…