It was a tiny hole in the breastplate, left when the new King's standard over his heart was affixed. He would have had it fixed but the war needed him on the frontlines, Field Generals who had actual fighting experience were rare.
But as he stepped onto his horse to head to the battlefield, an old crone grabbed his hand and said he would die soon because of the hole in his heart.
He tried to tell himself that he didn't believe in such things, but it was on his mind, distracting him until the broadsword went through his brain.
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