No

You realize that, considering you nearly died, maybe it would be best to stay warm. You pull the blankets up around you, and stare into the fire, lost in thought.

You lose track of time, but snap back to reality when you hear the sound of high heels on wood. Turning around, you see quite possibly the most beautiful woman you've ever seen approaching you. She wears a white dress that perfectly shows off her curvy figure while leaving just enough to the imagination. She is very clearly royalty, and you almost feel that you should stand, or bow, or pledge yourself into undying service for her protection, or something.

But when you try to stand, the woman gestures for you to stop. "Do not rise, child." Her liquid honey voice alone would be enough to make married men seriously consider a divorce. "You barely escaped ****'s clutches, you need to rest."

You try to phrase your next words in the most polite way possible. "Please, ma'am, where am I?"

"Where are you?" the woman smiles, almost like she is talking to an ignorant child. "You are in Castle Greylock. You are in my home."

"And who are you, my lady?"

"Me? I am Lady Greenfeather, queen of these mountains."

So she is royalty. "I did not know these mountains had a queen."

"Enough questions," she says, and you feel immediately compelled to stop talking. She walks over to you, behind the chair, and sets a tray of food on your lap. "Eat up!"

Because of where she's standing, when you look up at her you get a face full of silk-covered boob. You must be the luckiest guy in the world!

But enough of that. You look down at the tray she placed on your lap, and realize it looks incredibly unappetizing. Despite a delicious smell coming from it all, the meat is green, the soup--or is that gravy?--is incredibly chunky and thick, and you don't know what the drink in the goblet even is.