One moment, you were happily dreaming in the comfort of your sheets. Then the next, you were bouncing up and down on the back of a horse, your body flush against a man’s sharp cuirass. You tried to escape and granted, you picked up a good fight, but the mysterious rider won.

With clinking armor, he pulled you off of the horse and shoved you to the ground, your wrists sore against the restraints. In front of you flickered a crackling fire and the man staring at you, sword at the ready.