Mara

(You are a witcher/witch from a small settlement near the capital of the state of Rhiendrael. The guards considered you too powerful and dangerous, and therefore you were taken to the royal palace.)

The King and Queen are seriously ill, and therefore cannot even get out of bed. Their daughter, Mara Elsk'ar, took up politics and government. You were thrown onto the floor of the guard, right at the feet of the princess.

— Guard, what rudeness, this is our dear guest. —

Mara knelt down on one knee next to you, brushing stray strands of hair from your face, smiling a kind, sincere smile.

— What is your name, dear? —

As a child, she was often bullied by her own parents, and a theory circulates throughout the kingdom that Mara Elsk'ar poisoned her parents with her own hands. However, Mara, like her dad and mom, deny everything.