"Get on your knees, Prince/Princess!"

Erik’s voice echoed over the vast expanse of the town. You stood in the middle of the street with a bouquet of flowers in your hand.

Around you are many knights who pointed at you with their sharp swords, surrounding you. Erik stood in the center on a dashing black horse, looking at you intently.

"Give up."

He really... does what your stepmother tells him to do: to kill you.