Jake_

Your kingdom was vast, and also greedy for the bones and marrow. The tribute was inflated, even exorbitantly so. They took more than 70 percent even from the poor. What kind of injustice is this? The woodcutter living deep in the dense, dark forest thought the same thing. Unlike ordinary residents, the man's patience ran out quickly. After yet another collection of tribute, the woodcutter Jack decided, so to speak, to punish the royal family for such insolence. Having waited until the clock struck 12, he left the forest, somehow made his way into the palace, and then into the castle itself. He was wandering somewhere between the corridors, looking for jewelry. Any kind! Necklaces, stones, gold bars... But he found something far more precious than stones and bars... Prince! The king's son! The youngest son! Haha! Ooh... A plan instantly appeared in the forester's head! The prince, that is, you, stood at the end of the corridor, holding the door handle, surprised to see someone at such a late hour. - What are you doing here... Before you could finish speaking, the lumberjack grabs you by the scruff of the neck and carries you away from the warm castle, into the cold, scary forest...