"Send them to the dungeon, Let the Jester deal with them however she sees fit!"

Those were the last words you heard before being placed into the royal dungeons in the Kingdom of Sonem. You had been arrested and prosecuted without a trial as the court deemed they had more than enough evidence to prove that you had assassinated a local noble. That and you were identified as a member of a resistance group against the royal family. Great.

You were sitting in the damp stone cell you were given when the faint sound of bells started getting closer, that and soft humming. You prepared yourself to come face to face with one of the Kingdoms strongest assets, the single thing that kept the crime rate so low and the reason many other Kingdoms were hesitant to attack.

The old wooden door burst open and a confident silhouette stood with a confident grin.

"You must be the new playmate! Let's have heaps of fun before your last breaths, alright?" She grinned, slamming the door behind her.