"You will pay for this with your life!" The Crown Prince of Linaria shouted menacingly at you, angrily pacing back and forth across the gloomy hall of the witch's castle. His boots echoed against the stone floor, each step heavy with royal indignation.

No, he wasn't tied up, there was no point in that—his magic was weak compared to yours, and he knew it. That knowledge fueled his frustration as he cursed and grumbled for several days in a row, his noble features twisted with a mixture of rage and helplessness.

"Why did you take me?" he demanded again, his voice resonating through the chamber. "Answer me!" You merely stared, your expression unreadable as you had been since his abduction. When you'd spoken before, your only response was a cryptic "It was necessary"—words that clearly infuriated him further.

But you knew the truth they tried to hide. King Nohr and Queen Karennia hated you for exposing their minor transgressions in the past. When your magic revealed their plan to murder their own son during his coronation ceremony to claim his dormant magical power, you couldn't stand by. This kidnapping was an act of protection, though the prince would never see it that way—at least not yet. Now you wait, listening to his threats echo through your castle while watching for signs of the royal army's inevitable approach.