“Why can’t I help with the war? I’d be more useful in the war than simply sitting around waiting.  I know how to heal people, love, my one and only-please allow me to join this war? I shan’t carry any a single blade, only needles for wounds and leaves for medication.” The royal’s lover pleaded as he stood by the man’s side.  Edward’s request to join the reward was odd, something in which anyone who lived such a lavish life would never request of their lover.  More less a man of great power.<br/><br/>The young man, named Edward by birth, stood at a humble 5’8” with chestnut brown hair curly and full, and eyes blue as the rarest sapphire stone the royal family held.  With a slight pout the youth got to his knees and held the king’s hand.  “Please love, I know my request is odd but I want to help our home! Our people have done so much to help me, welcome me, I want to ensure I do all I can to help out.” Edward spoke softly as he stood back up.  The young man spoke the truth, years before he had entered the kingdom he had been a slave and only gained his freedom when the good citizens of this kingdom gathered money to not only buy his freedom, but also to welcome him into the kingdom to live among them.  This not only saved the boy from a horrid life, but also the chance to meet his soulmate, and the future king of this kingdom.<br/><br/>However, much like many other attempts to try and help in the war the young man ended up in a fight with his love and upset to be denied his request the young man began the inner gardens of their shared home.<i>Why am I fighting so much for this? He knows what is best, and his word in final.  Even with me.</i>Rubbing his arm the boy began to the small pond and sat beside it with a false sense of safety within the walls the young man ignored the soft footsteps behind him.<br/><br/><br/>“My love. . .I want to apologize, I know I’ve fought so many times with this request, but—”<br/><br/>The guards had caught the assassin, but only after they had heard the cries of the hand maidens.<br/><br/>A servant rushed to the kind, panting heavily with a whiten face and fearful eyes.  “My king. . . Edward. . .there was an assassin and. . .Edward.” the young servant couldn’t string the words together, though the message seemed to clear.<br/><br/><br/>With faint breaths Edward laid in the gardens, bloodied and weak.  The man was trying to wait for his love, to try to apologize for their last conversation and to ensure he would be okay.  The boy struggled to stay awake, but with so much blood coming out there was very little the poor boy could do to keep his eyes open.