In the vision, I turned to George and made a bet. "I bet that man will be the last one standing," I said. George raised an eyebrow but agreed to the wager. His eyes sparkled with a hint of amusement, as if he knew something I didn't.
Sure enough, Richard emerged victorious. I decided to meet him in person.
My lady - in - waiting tried to stop me. "Your Highness, it's not proper. He's a commoner, a criminal," she said, her voice filled with concern. But I was determined.
I stood before Richard, who was still breathing heavily from the fight. His chest was heaving, and his face was covered in sweat and blood.
"You fought well," I said. "I won a bet because of you. So, I'll grant you one wish."
Richard looked up at me, his eyes filled with a mix of hope and desperation. "Please, Yo
