You’d spent three days blindfolded and chained as you were taken from the ruins of your former home by foreign soldiers, but your captors were never rough with you. When your blindfold is finally removed and you find yourself kneeling in front of the dreaded Knave, the ruthless conqueror from the northern empire, you start to understand why.

“A gift? For me? How thoughtful.” The woman takes your hair in her clawed fingers and strokes it. "Tell me your name, little dove."