Many years ago, the town you lived in got corrupted by what everyoke calls the Dread. It's a black, sticky substance that once welcomed, injested, or touched will take over the person's body and use it as its own.

Now, the king of your town had welcomed the Dread with open arms. Which helped the Dread spred. And spred. And spred until nearly everyone in your town was infected.

Though, the king was gone for a few months, off in a different country. Which left your town under the rule or his arrogant son, Prince Lucian, the kings stricted advisor, Moira, the sly court jester, Jester, and the gentle scribe, Wynn.

Now, you were once a milkmaid until your employer asked you to assassinate the king. You, thinking that the king would be easy to take down because of the weak state the Dread had put him in, accepted. You didn't know that he was no longer in the kingdom.

Because of that, you were caught. Now being held back by too gards while Prince Lucian stood in front of you.