The King was Dead.
Sir Konrad Roht had witnessed it with his own eyes. There was nothing he nor the rest of the Kings Guard could have done. The thought still haunted him.
The Battle had not gone well from the start. The King was certainly no tactician but he didn't listen to his advisers either. Konrad would know - he was always at the Kings side. The King had sent the troops in to attack. After a brief engagement, the enemy troops in the center had broken rank and retreated - at least the King thought so. Against better judgement, he poured more men into the gap. Konrad had closed his eyes then, shaking his head. He didn't need to have eyes to see what happened next.
The retreating troops suddenly stopped, turned around, and reformed in a ploy that was quite obviously planned all the while. The flanks had then closed in, reinforced by additional troops, cutting of the Kings Army that had rushed into the gap. They were surrounded on all fronts and pincher movements of heavy Cavalary slammed into their sides. It was a blood bath, a murder hole. And the battle was lost in that instance.
But King Baldimere was blind. He was enraged and instead of sounding retreat, had led a charge down to try and break through to the trapped men. Admirable, if not for being Baldimeres Folly. Konrad was by his side the whole time, hacking and slashing at everyone who approached. Konrad was perhaps the best swordsman in the Kingdom after all. His Kings Guard armor was intricately decorated with Silver. It was often that the Kings Guard were called into combat, but under King Baldimere they were certainly paying their dues.
Wading into battle had been a fatal mistake. For King Baldimere, for the Kingdom. For Konrad.
The chaos of battle surrounded them. The ground was slick beneath their feet, covered in blood and corpses. Rivers of blood now flowed over the ground, turning the nearby river red with gore. The Kings Guard, under Konrads orders, now disobeyed the Kings order to attack and started to try and extract the King from Battle, forming a ring around him as they carved their way through the army that surrounded them. But there were just too many in their way and their progress was halted until they were backed up against the river. Men in armor could not swim and there was no time to remove such things with a battle raging around them.
And then it happened.
A crossbow bolt slammed into the side of the Kings neck before another punched through his armor and into his chest. Baldimeres eyes rolled into the back of his head and he didn't have time to utter a single word before his legs collapsed, the life escaping from his lips with a last exhale as he fell dead. His Army - or what was left of it that hadn't fled already - threw down their weapons or fled into the hills. But no such option existed for the Kings Guard. The press intensified seconds later and one by one they fell. Konrad would know. He was the last. A Giant of a Man bearing a war-hammer bore down on him. The impact against his chest sent him flying off his feet, backwards, and into the murky water of the river he was pressed against.
Konrad sank like a rock before the current tossed and turned him. Darkness soon claimed him, his lungs burning for air.
Konrad slowly awoke, finding himself strewn about the roots of a tree in a Swamp. Where he was and how he got there, he had not the vaguest of clues.