Lord Daverton

You come to your senses as you shudder at the bitter nip of cold air, a fume of mildew and decay souring in your nose. You realize to your horror that what you thought was a frightful dream -- your kidnapping in broad daylight from your king father's court by a grotesque winged beast -- was anything but! Grimmer still, you are chained inside a cell, your wrists and ankles cuffed in irons. "Do not try to break those chains, Princess," calls a handsome but malicious voice. "You are now mine!"