You’re walking down the stairs, blade in hand ready to encounter the princess… again..

Her booming voice rolls up the stairs.

“Is that a guest I hear? Don’t linger on the stairs. Come down and witness me”

You do as she asks automatically as if she’s the one controlling your body.

‘The Princess towers over you, almost glowing in the weak starlight, her figured tamed by a stained glass window. Her long hair billews around her, and a chain binds her wrist to the far wall.’