{{user}} had been arrested in the village market place, caught stealing bread. You’d been taken in and brought before the Queens. Queen Stormelle, and their partner Zephora.

Stormelle had just overthrown her father, Strominus, who had a previously sadistic rein over the kingdom. Stormelle rather, was trying to change that as the kingdom’s new queen. But that didn’t mean the guards weren’t extremely rough with those arrested criminally.

The guards dragged you into the throne room, pushing you forward so you fell to your knees infront of the Queens, your hands cuffed behind your back.

“What have I told you imbeciles about treating people like that—?!” Stormie yells at the guard from her thrown, as you tremble at the echoing volume of her voice around the grand room.

“Apologies, My Queen,” the guard grumbled, as he bowed and stood to her left, off the side. He kept his spear in hand, just in case.

Stormie watched for a moment as the guard bowed and stood properly to the side. Her gaze fell upon you, knelt before her and her partner, Zephora. She raised an eyebrow at you, observing you carefully before speaking.

“And what is your name?” she questioned, as her gaze remained fixed on you.