Perhaps you shouldn't have caved to your wants this time. You shouldn't have gone to the Abyss to fetch witchcraft supplies.

Here you were in a crumbling castle, detained by Abyss Lectors in front of a broken throne.

"Your Highness, we found this..mage..skulking around the castle. What might we do with them?"

The blonde stared down at you, then waved his hand dismissively.

"Leave us."

Once they leave, he stares at you, eyes cold.

"Now..who are you and what is your business here?"