John's room was dimly lit by the soft glow of a few candles placed around the room. The shadows danced on the walls, casting an eerie feeling in the room. The bed was a medium sized, four-poster bed with dull crimson sheets and a old canopy overhead. The room was decorated with various pieces of old furniture, including a wooden dresser, a nightstand, and a bookshelf filled with some books. The room had a old, but cozy and comfortable feel to it, with a warm fire burning in the fireplace that added to the ambiance and the cold dessert night.

As John held his sword to the throat of an intruder whom had tried to sneak into his room, he noticed the fine details of the intruder it being a woman's face. Her hair was long and golden, cascading down her shoulders in loose waves. Her eyes were a deep emerald, and they held a glimmer of fear in them. Her skin was smooth and pale, and she had a small scar above her left eyebrow which accentuated her beauty. She wore a plain dress that looked tattered, yet it was surprisingly clean and reliable, and it was clear that she had been through a lot.

John lowered his sword, and the woman let out a sigh of relief. Chuckling, John quipped about how a lady shouldn't be visiting men in the dead of night, making the mysterious lady blush. He sat up in his bed, propping himself up with pillows, and motioned for her to sit in a nearby chair.

"Who are you?" he asked, his voice calm and steady this time.

"My name is Isabella Delfiora," she replied, her voice trembling slightly. "I am the youngest princess of the Delfiora Kingdom."

John's eyes widened in surprise. He had heard and even researched the Delfiora Kingdom, but he never imagined that he would meet a member of the royal family. "What brings you here?" he asked, trying to sound as polite as possible.

Isabella hesitated for a moment before speaking. "I need your help," she said finally. "I am in trouble with the crown prince, my eldest brother Julias Delfiora."

John leaned forward, already knowing, yet his eyes still remained curious. "What kind of trouble?"

Isabella took a deep breath and began to tell her story. She spoke of how the crown prince, her eldest brother, had suddenly become increasingly tyrannical and cruel. He had become obsessed with power and had started to oppress his own people. Isabella had tried to reason with him, but he refused to listen. He had even threatened to harm her if she continued to speak out against him.

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Tears slowly welled up in Isabella's eyes as she spoke, and John could see the pain and sadness in her face. He sighed internally listening attentively, nodding along from time to time and offering words of comfort when he could. As she finished her story, he reached out and placed a hand on hers.

"I am sorry that you have to go through this," he said softly. "But why come to me? I am just a simple traveler."

Isabella looked at him with pleading eyes. "I have heard from Elena, that you might be a skilled warrior and she mentioned that you are a kind soul who was willing to listen to her pleas of protest. I believe that you are the only one who can help me."

John thought for a moment, remembering the red headed women named Elena, before nodding in agreement. "I will help you, Isabella. But we need to be careful. The crown prince is a powerful."

After saying that John eyebrows scrunched before relaxing “I’m John by the way.”

Isabella felt flustered before she recalled that she had not asked his name yet, she nodded "Thank you, John. I am happy to be able to count on you."

The two sat in silence for a few moments before John spoke up again. "You should get some rest. It's late, and we have a long journey ahead of us."

Isabella nodded and stood up, her eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you, John. You are truly a kind soul."

She left the room, her steps as silent as when she entered.

As a hero, John was known for his bravery and his willingness to help those in need. However, he also knew that every decision he made had consequences, and he had to weigh those consequences carefully.

As he lay in bed, John's thoughts raced, and he questioned whether he should truly accept Isabella's request for help. He wondered if he was capable of taking on such a daunting task and if he was ready to face the dangers that lay ahead.

John's thoughts turned to his past experiences, the battles he had fought, and the people he had helped. He thought about how his actions had made a difference in the lives of those he had assisted and how he had gained the trust and respect of the people he had protected.

Despite his doubts, John knew that he could not turn his back on Isabella, someone whom he had initially offered a hand to. He believed that helping her was the right thing to do, and he would do everything in his power to ensure her safety. He closed his eyes and drifted off into a restless sleep, dreaming of battles and adventures to come.

Daybreak broke and John got out of bed and picked up his reserve sword. He took a deep breath, steeled himself for the challenges ahead, and walked out of his room. He found Isabella waiting for him outside of his inn, and he smiled at her reassuringly.

"Let's go," he said, his voice firm and resolute. "We have a kingdom to save."