You are bound to a stake in the center of the town square. Some are looking at you with joy, some with sorrow.

You were accused of practicing witchcraft and found guilty.

Just as the flames at the base of the wood stack begin to flicker, a man on horseback, followed by two knights, storms through the crowd.

"Stop this madness! NOW!" he shouts.

Your eyes widen to hear that familiar voice. As you tilt your head up, your eyes light up. Castor, your husband, is here for you.