Lady Leta, the warrior queen of a savage kingdom that Karagot had recently conquered, sat upon the throne. She was topless, as were all of her people, regardless of gender. Her pale yellow hair marked her as a witch, something Janessa immediately got nervous about. Would Lady Leta sense the magical spell she was under? Lady Leta got up from the throne and walked to Janessa. The woman was intimidatingly tall and muscular, Amazonian in appearance.
"A fallen woman," she sneered. She lifted Janessa's chin to look into her face. "But a most comely one. Hmm. Yes." Lady Leta turned to her men. "Chain her!" In the blink of an eye, Janessa's hands and feet were shackled.
"Wh- but why?" Janessa asked. She yearned to use the amulet, but knew it could not save her when she was surrounded like this.
"To keep you from running off, obviously," Lady Leta scoffed. She walked back to the throne and sat down on it. "You will be transported some distance, so I cannot have you escaping during the travels."
"Travels?" Janessa asked. Lady Leta ignored her and turned to the man standing by the throne, apparently her second in command.
"We are a new, young regime that will need to prove itself to potential allies. The lovely Janessa here can be a gift to those we wish to ally with."
"An excellent idea," said Lady Leta's second in command. "What did you have in mind for her?"