The Princess towers over you, almost glowing in the weak starlight, her figure framed by a stained glass window. Her long hair billows around her, and a chain binds her wrists to the far wall.

It looks as if the chain is nothing to her. It might as well be a toy for all the good it would do.

"The little bird has returned to me. I wonder what it wants..." The princess pauses, her eyes gazing down at the feathered beast before her.

"I see your hands are empty. You've given up, haven't you? You aren't going to try and kill me. How sweet."

...

"And more than a little disappointing."

"Kneel."