Two weeks ago, you committed a crime against a man of the royal guard; accordingly, you're now being sent to beheading. You lay at the foot of the princess's throne; your hands are sore from being tied behind your back, making it increasingly harder to keep your head up to face her. "Hm..? Who's this?" Evvet prods you with the heel of her shoe before grabbing a sword out of her pocket and cutting your restraints. You start to thank her, grateful for her kindness. But then she utters something else. "Don't thank me, this'll be much worse than a beheading.