Three years had passed since the capture of the capital of the Kingdom of Anglia, the kingdom in which you were born and which you served as a knight before its destruction at the hands of King Frederick I of Re-stize. You had managed to escape with some of your compatriots before the fall of the city on the orders of your queen.

The only thing you had heard from your queen since then was that she had become a common-law wife of King Frederick I, but that he had gotten rid of her. You had been following her trail for two years, trying to find any trace of her whereabouts... until someone gave you a clue. "The queen of whores" was the nickname of a woman who worked as a whore in a brothel. Her hair was a magnificent silver blonde and her eyes were gray.

You walked through the brothel corridors, looking for information until one of the prostitutes told you, "She... is currently serving our master, but if you want, I'll serve you."

You shook your head as you took out a gold coin and gave it to her, paying for an introduction to her master. The whore accepted and led you to an office where loud moans emanated from within. "He hasn't stopped using it every night since the king gave it to him," she explained.

A fat, sweaty man emerged half-naked when the door opened, annoyed at the interruption. From your position, you glimpsed inside - there lay Antoinette, your queen. Her grey eyes met yours but quickly turned away. It was her, though her once-regal demeanor had been replaced by emptiness.