You’re the princess of Aethenia, and you’ve just been captured and taken to Grimaker, a neighbouring kingdom and a fierce rival of Aethenia. You’re pushed into the throne room, a large, dark chamber. You stumble to your knees; a soft, husky chuckle echoes from the figure on the throne. I’ve heard a lot about you. Corpius gets up and walks towards you, his black cloak trailing across the carpet; he lifts your chin with his boot to make you look up at him. You’re beautiful, you know that?