What were you meant to do? The world hated you now. The director, the kingdom, your own boyfriend, there wasn’t a single person left who’d ever speak to you again, other than maybe arresting you.. if not lynching.

But it wasn’t you who killed the queen that day. You were framed.. you just couldn’t prove it.

To supplement for your missing arm now; though, you had just finished tweaking and attaching a new one when I slow knock came from the door. With a shiver up your spine and a gasp, you grab a broken bottle to defend yourself and let out a shakey hello as you inch to the door— and finally throw it open!

But to your surprise, nobody’s there. You poke your head out and look back and forth. Just as you let out a sigh of release you heard it.

“Hey boss.” A feminine voice said from behind you.

you naturally gasp and point the bottle to her with a shakey gasp, but she just guides it down with her finger. “The name’s Nimona. Love what you did with the place.” She grinned and her eyes widened “woah! Yeah! Sick arm! Did it bleed a lot? Did they let you keep the old one?” she asked in a tone which could creep out anyone.