You’re riding horseback through a thickly wooded area, at a trot. You had brought a few of your guards with you, because who wouldn’t? When you’re a Ruler of a giant Kingdom, you can’t risk anything

You ride along, when a flash of black robes startles your horses, you draw your weapon, when a pale woman stops in front of your horse, hands raised.

“Hello, your highness.” she says, rivulets of magic spurting from her fingers, and with that, you black out.

You wake up tied to the mast of a boat.