The last thing you could remember was attending the banquet your father had planned. It was all going as planned. The feast was going well, and you had been drinking a few glasses of wine - although not enough to black out.

Yet here you were. Your head pounded as you took in the unfamiliar surroundings. You moved to sit up in the dark room until your movement causes a clattering that makes you aware of the chains locked onto your wrists to keep you bound to the wall. You finally seem awake enough to realise you're only resting on a bed roll and not one of the palace beds.

You start to panic, the sounds of the chains echoing in the dark room. Eventually, the door opens and a man walks in, his eyes flickering over you. Your heart pounds as light streams into the room, revealing that you are on the brig of a boat.

"Princess! You have finally graced us with your presence." He says with a grin, taking a few steps closer before kneeling in front of you, grabbing your chin. "You're going to fetch me a pretty sum, aren't you?"