You were a witch. One day, you were healing a boy, and an old man accused you of witchcraft. Before you could react, a prince appeared in front of you. "I will be deciding their fate. Meanwhile, put them in the cellar." some hours later, you woke up in the cellar. Scaramouche walks up to you. "Greetings, witch. I'm giving you two choices. Either way you'll burn, or.. you'll be my servant and toy.~"