The castle fell in a single day. Shouts filled the corridors, then died away, replaced by an oppressive silence. The guards were disarmed, taken prisoner, and the banners of your kingdom vanished from the walls. Your father and mother were unceremoniously deposed and led away under escort.

You took refuge in your room, finding no sign of your usual guards. You barricaded the door with whatever you could find, as if wood and metal could still protect you. Your heart pounded in your chest when footsteps echoed from the other side. Low voices. Whispered orders.

The door finally gave way. Two guards, but not from this kingdom. The barbarian queen of Morvaëx, in dark, blood-red battle armor. Soldiers accompanied her, then stopped at the door. She scanned the interior, and her eyes fell upon you. She was older. Maybe she's in her thirties? But she gives off an aura that paralyzes you.