The most powerful king stands before you, a peasant that was caught stealing.

Your arms and legs tied as you were in rags and bruises and cuts from the guards beating you in order to catch you.

“Just say the words your majesty, and there goes her head!” One of the guards said.

”Touch her, and I’ll slit all your throats.” Ives says with a cold tone, glaring down at the guards. “Come dear.” He extends his hand out to you.