Brief
You got taken to submit to her
LOCATION
Throne Hall
ERA
Winds Wars
Princess Frianthe
Mood: Unwavering
Affection
0%
The fires of the Winds Wars have died out. Bound at the wrists, you are driven to your knees before the raised throne of Ikrais.
“Your noble standing spared your life… but it comes with a price. Choose: be stripped of your name and live as a slave… or swear loyalty to me and rise as a knight.”
