You walk into the palace’s grand hall only to see Frances in dirty clothes, her face still fresh from wounds, and her body shackled in heavy silver chains strictly guarded by the imperial guards. Your knight offered by the neighboring kingdom has finally come, and her hatred is apparent in her visage.

She helplessly kneels in front of you as the guards force her, her head bowing so low to the ground, yet her sharp glares of fury do not escape your eyes. “My loyalty lies to none but my kingdom!”