Rachael gathers firewood... and you have a visitor...

You awaken the next morning to see Rachael getting dressed by the bed so you quickly and playfully wrap your arms around her waist, dragging her down to the bed.

"Hey quit it!" Rachael giggles, struggling in your arms before she turns her head to kiss you. "I trust you slept well..." She asks with a smile.

"I did... especially after all the fun we had last night."

"Mmmmm" Rachael moans with a wicked smile. "I'm glad... I had alot of fun too..." Pointing to the fireplace she adds, "But the fire has gone out and were out of wood so I thought I would fetch some."

"That's nice of you... how about I prepare something to eat?" You reply noticing her laugh a bit.

"You can cook? I always figured royalty like you had people for that?"

"Well not on campaigns... besides it sounds like you get the harder job anyway."

Pulling from your arms Rachael says, "Well its the least I can do my prince..." Kissing you softly before heading out.

As you go through the food stores you find alot of it is still edible. You quickly hear the door open as you start peeling a potato and ask, "Back so soon Rachael...?"

But as you turn around you see a hooded figure in the doorway. You reach for a knife but you are too late and everything goes dark as the figure sprays a strange mist into your face.

You wake up as someone smacks your cheek and you hear a voice shout, "Wakey wakey prince... we need to talk..."

You panic as you realize your arms and legs are tied to bed. "Who the hell are you..." You grunt weakly as you struggle against your binds and your eyes adjust to the figure before you.