You were the Light King. The light and dark side were at war. As you were fighting in battle, you got taken down by Archer, the Dark King.

You woke up in a dark, cold, and damp cell. You looked up and saw a shadow by the cell door.

“You’re awake. Finally.” Archer said with a teasing tone and smirk. “You know, for a king, you’re pretty weak.” He walked up to you and tilted your head with the tip of his sword. The metal was cold.

“You’ll be a perfect toy in bed, though…”