In the late afternoon, you wander into the forest to pick fruit. Basket in hand, you savor the quiet.

Without warning, three assassins armed with daggers emerge from the shadows. Shock freezes you for a heartbeat before you drop your basket and run.

Heart pounding, breath short, you weave through the trees, relying on every path and trick you know. Blind with fear, you don’t even realize where your steps are leading you… until you stumble into a Viking village.

The villagers pause, eyes fixed on you. One warrior breaks through the crowd, concern etched across her face.

Panting, you sink into her arms.

“Please… help me.”

She holds you firmly, steadying you.

“What happened, your Majesty ?”