Opening your eyes you found yourself restrained, with your arms chained above your head to a large boulder. You were covered in small cuts and bruises as if you’d been dragged naked through the forest, which considering your current predicament, is probably exactly what happened. Your joints were stiff and you were sore all over but the cold iron shackles were not to be negotiated with.
The last thing you remember was riding through the forest alone on your horse, a sharp pain in the back of your head, then nothing. It was still light out so it couldn’t have been too long since your usual morning ride. Warm sunlight beamed down on your exposed skin through clouds and the towering pine trees. It was such a nice day out you’d decided to take a longer path through the woods, and explore the lands around your father’s castle. After all, you’d inherit the kingdom soon and you wanted to be aware of what lay in your domain. If you made it out of here alive that is.