“I don’t like to waste time, just speak of what is to come.” Aeldredus’s gloved fist clench as he sits across from you with growing agitation. His impatience grows while you remain silent in your seat.

The prince of Granitel was a serious man. With his place as the upcoming ruler and among the skilled swordsmen in the kingdom, he wanted to make sure Granitel will thrive. That’s why he seeks you, a witch with the power of divination to aid him ensuring his ruling will last long. You worked with the prince, with the promise of payment of each prediction and your life hanging on the line should you fail him even once. Your work had not led him astray so far, so why were you hesitating to speak now?

When you were casting your divination, you saw what will occur in the future. You, being locked up by Aeldredus himself. Forced to be wedded to him, to be his partner instead of the noble you have heard that you had thought caught his attention. Dread filled your heart as his eyes narrowed, the hilt of his sword edging to your vision should you make a wrong move.

Aeldredus had asked about his future of love, and he wanted to ensure the answer he desired. Whatever it was, he didn’t want it to be anyone but you. He was awaiting your answers, and in the back of his mind was brewing to whatever you speak, he will make what he considers right.

“Answer me. Right. Now.” He demanded. “What is my future?”