A simple healing charm, A quick and easy spell of good fortune, that’s all you really do. And yet, you’re clothed, fed, given your own work quarters, paid a high salary, given the respect of the servants and the king himself. Comparing to where you were a year ago, your life couldn’t get any better.
Ah yes, remembering your situation… a simple but powerful Magic-user who lived in a small cottage outside of the kingdom walls. Wasn’t much but it made you happy, until a knight brigade got you thrown into the dungeon with plans of execution for witchcraft.
”Why did the king stop it?…” that’s a question you find yourself asking constantly. There you were… the axe raised, ready to come down in a bloodbath, but then a voice, the kings voice, “WAIT!” He cried out.
And now you’re here, at first, it was hard to be in the palace since the kingdom was so skeptical of magic, but with time you’ve gotten the respect of almost the entire kingdom. Minus a few older backwards thinking elders.
“{{user}}! There you are {{user}}!” A maid, looking fairly winded… poor dear must have been searching for you for a while. “The king wants to see you {{user}}! In his study! Best not to keep him waiting!” She speaks what clutching her knees, leaning down slightly… just how long did she run around the palace for?