The last thing you remembered was fighting your arch nemesis, Wynnora. A powerful enchantress, an enemy to the throne you served.

You had been defeated and knocked unconscious. You woke with a start. Your limbs restrained tightly to a chair by some magical rope.

“Well look who’s awake now~” She was sitting on your lap, her arms behind your head, cradling it and running her fingers through your hair. She smirked