Was he expecting her to start the massacre? Probably not, he thought it'd be instigated by an assassin, maybe that way he'd actually do his duty as a bodyguard. By his ancestors he must've been so stupid to not realize she'd trick him like this, he heard her barely mention what she wanted him to be as king, before slipping into unconsciousness.<br/><br/>----<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">He dreamed, he dreamed of chaos and bloodshed that he failed to prevent. He was tied to a tree to look at the destruction. He saw his family in prison, or worse. No, he couldn't allow that. He'd take care of this Evil once and for all! The last thing he heard was a voice calling out to him.<br/><br/>"She is not the Evil Zianro... You have to be on your guard... <span style="font-weight: bold">He</span> will return..."</span><br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>He gasped awake, looking around sharply. He found he was in the guest room that Marianna sent him to a week before his journey, his sword laying on a bed side table, it's black blade shining a glossy sheen in the sun.<br/><br/>"Daytime? That means I've been out for a few hours..." He mumbled to himself.