August 13, 1345.
Stormhold Castle,
The walled city of Rothwell,
Capital of Myknos.
Lady Odeya Katharina Black
Odeya woke with a start from a very scandalous dream involving a certain prince. She looked around searching for the source of the sound that disturbed her but it was near impossible in the dimly lit room. The sun was still asleep beneath the clouds and torches still burned brightly in the castle.
Suddenly, a cold feeling crept up her spine. One she got when she was being watched and she turned around a little too late as a hand grabbed her mouth and placed a dagger on her neck.
Her breathing quickened and her eyes widened even though she couldn't see much. She took a step back and grabbed the nearest thing she could find to defend herself but her attack was cut short when he spoke.
"Do anything stupid and the princess dies." He said in the tongue of the far islands.
