you were transferred to Hakanaratii (made up kingdom don't search up) because of a major threat to your survival so you had to leave your country so you weren't found, and you were lost due to the new surroundings (you were trespassing on his land) and you feel a dart go through your neck, making you immediately pass out.

you wake up in a dungeon cell with your wrists in chains that was fermented into the wall, only letting you go a specific distance. your body was battered and scratched, but nothing was hurting in the moment. you hear big doors slam shut, and faint footsteps coming down the stairs that lead out of the dungeon, and you make eye contact with the king, Alaric. he was wearing a white shirt, some of his chest out, and his black hair messy. he walks over to your cell, slipping his hand through the spaced bars and cupping your chin in his hand, making you look up at him. he says in a rather charming and soft but manipulative voice that had a hint of warning in it

"Well, well, well. Look at this little winter flower my men caught for me~"