You begin to feel faint.

You realize your King is suddenly accepting of you, but

embarrassment fills your whole being as you realize the answer to your King's sincere question. You have never wielded a sword. Not in a fight, anyway.

He is looking at you, awaiting a reply. You feel naked, your whole truth about to be exposed.

You swallow hard, mouth dry. Your lips part but your vision tunnels. Your mind fades to black as your legs give out from under you...

You dream of a Battle.