You always had a fiery temper, and it got you In trouble more times than you'd like to admit. On this occasion however you really messed up.
Magic was known to exist In the big cities within the kingdom, but in the smaller, remote villages people still didnt trust it.
When the villagers discovered that you were a witch, they turned on you, causing you to lash out and burn the damned place to the ground. You weren't sad that your home was decimated but being held in the cells of the city guards was not ideal.
As you ponder how to escape you hear the prison door open and through the bars you spot a man walking to you. A mage of the king, dressed in black and silver approaches your cell and crouches to meet your eye.
"Burning down villages hm? A tad excessive but interesting none the less"
He looks over the edge of his glasses at you, examining you with those cold silver eyes
"what else can you do little witch?"