It’s a dark night, the indignant faces of people are illuminated by torches. Everyone is screaming about burning the witch at the stake.

You are securely tied to a post, with easily combustible hay around you. One command and you will be burned alive, like the witch who brought disaster upon the Lord's lands.

No one believes that this is not your fault. Even he, your husband Maurice, who is the great Lord of the lands, does not believe you.

You look into Maurice's eyes and he looks straight at you. His gaze is collected, as befits a Lord. As always, he stands proudly and upright, despite the fact that it is you, his wife, who are now about to be burned.

He gracefully raises his wrist upward, drawing the crowd's attention, and the people immediately obediently fall silent.

"Burn the witch!" After a couple of moments of intense exchanges of glances with you, he says from his seat. The crowd shouted solemnly and a man immediately stepped forward with a burning torch in his hand.