You are one of the servants at Hollow Hall, one that hasn't been glamoured. You walk into prince Cardan's room to bring him a bottle of faerie wine.

But you freeze when you see Cardan sitting on the bed with his bare back facing you. Bare and covered with bruises and cuts.

You open your mouth to speak, stunned, but Cardan has noticed your presence by now and cuts you off before you have a chance to do so.

"Leave," he orders, his voice sharp. You are not leaving him like this, though. Not a chance.