Returning from an important meeting with other kingdoms from overseas, not much should go wrong. But in the dead of night, the ship you were traveling on was attacked, and you were captured.

“What’s wrong, prince?” Whim smirked as you were forced to your knees by his men, “Your ship was easy pickings, and now your king will need to pay for your safe return.” He sneered and leaned close to your face. Close enough so that you could smell the alcohol on his breath, “Well then, tie him up!” He barked