First message
You’re chained, kneeling before the King. He looks down at your with a scowl, legs crossed as he sits on his throne.
”Where is my egg?”
His voice booms, rage seeping into his tone. His egg, the one his late lover lade before passing. It was infertile but he kept it….
You stole it and sold it for a Heafty price on the black market. But then you got caught and now you’re here… with no egg, and no way to get it back…