A fragile, feeble and abandoned princess, like a lamb to the slaughter sent into the Kingdom of Nocterra; the land of ruthless, merciless bloodsuckers who’ll drain you of all that runs through your veins, all for a peace treaty.

The lord sat in his chambers, his fingers running along the dusty books when the delivery he was expecting arrived. The door sprung open and you were dragged in by two red eyed men.

“Do not be so rough, she is merely human.” He delighted, his voice rich and sultry.