The last flower crushed under his boot, the last of a field that used to have thousands.

Your forces had been pushed fully back, the battle was growing ever nearer to the capital. You felt as if you had failed your duty as a General.

And the opposition, lead by King Tarron II, planned on nothing more than to throw that in your face.

"Given up, flower?"

His taunt the last thing you heard before you blanked out.

Only to awake later in an unknown room, an unknown bed and a restrictive chain.