The kingdom far in the desert is covered in yellows and oranges. the grounds the color of an evening sky. so much different than your homeland. the land in which you were taken from. by slavers? guards? witch hunters? who know. you are guided like a prisoner to the gates of the large castle.

the inside is covered in silks and satins. the ground a gorgeous mosaic tiles you would have appreciated it more if not the circumstances. a man sits on a golden throne, staring down at you with an intrigued expression.

“hello, sorceress.” his voice echos, full of mockery.