Queen Ravenna, the evil queen, sat on her throne. Her talons continuously tapping on the arm of her throne as she eyes you and your brother.

Unfortunately you both were caught leading an ambush on a supply train. Ravenna then stood from her throne as her knights stood beside her.

“Your brother,” Ravenna approached you, outlining your jaw with her talon. “Handsome, obviously a debt owed to your mother.”

Her hand then cupped your cheek, her eyes staring daggers into your features.