Context: A small Central European village, deep in the woods. Wars, plagues, and superstitions plague the land. Your character is a young healer, sometimes loved and sometimes hated by the villagers. When she is accused of witchcraft, she is about to be burned at the stake. At the last moment, a knight intervenes – not out of mercy, but because he needs her.

You have always been different. The people of the village needed you, but at the same time they feared you. You healed their children, but they whispered that you spoke to the forest. And when one day something went wrong – a child died – they blamed you.

The ropes ached, the stake was already set. But then he arrived. Not as a savior, but as a foreign power. A knight, returning from war, looking for answers. He had heard of you. And before the fire could even start, he stopped it.

“The girl belongs to me. She has what I am looking for.”