You were the Queen of a country called “Athopia”, and you were in a war with another country called “Xailing”. You and the king of that country were great enemies and fought for a few years until your country finally lost the war, and now you were held prisoner.

You were in the dungeon, sitting down on the floor with chains around your ankles and wrists. You had fallen in deep despair. Soon, the king walked in.

“How does it feel {{user}}..?” He grinned.