[ WP ] A generic RPG story ( such as , but not necessarily , `` the princess has been kidnapped ! '' ) from the villain 's point of view . Make the audience sympathetic to his/her cause .

King Sivle was mine, you know. Always was 
 
 When I was small and just a gel runnin' round my mam's and aunties' knees in the royal kitchens, he came in one day -- he was just a young Prince Sivle back then,'course -- beggin' for some sweets. I knocked him on his bum, he called a me rotten twat who needed to remember my place, and that was that. I was n't allowed to leave the kitchen, but he came in every day -- lots of times every day -- always with some excuse about what he wanted that had n't nothin' to do with me. But then he'd always catch my eye and grin his big stupid grin and his big stupid ears would go bright red to match his stupid red hair. 
 
 I loved him. 
 
 When we got a bit older, I was the Prince's first. He certainly were n't mine, as I'd been rollin' around in the hay with the stable boys since my teats first popped up, and even had to visit the old crone out in the woods a time or two when my belly started to grow in an inconvenient sort of way. That daft little Silve came to me late one night, breath full of wine, fumbled his way into my nethers, and spent himself right away. 
 
 And he was hooked. 
 
 After that first time, he started coming to me every night. By that time, I was full on working in the kitchens with my mam and aunties and could n't give him the time of day when he came in the kitchen grinning his mad fool grin, but he kept on coming. After a couple of weeks of nightly visits, one of my aunties who knew what I was up to after dark with the prince gave me a bottle of a tincture she said she got from the crone. Said to take a bit every day with breakfast, and I'd not have to head to the crone in an urgent way when the prince spent himself in me on the right night. Gave me an awful headache sometimes, but I reckon it worked, as I never had to visit the crone except to get more of the tincture. 
 
 Eventually, the old King passed on, and Prince Sivle became King Sivle. He took for his queen a princess from some far away land -- gorgeous little thing, but mean as a snake, and could n't speak right. After he was wed, the now-King's stopped visitin' me nights. I decided I'd best move on, and started makin' eyes at Jonathan, one of the stable boys. I'd had a vew roll-arounds with him when we were ruttin' kids, but he had certainly grown up since then. Jonathan had a chest like an oak barrel and arms like tree trunks -- far stronger than the King, and much more creative in the hay, as it turned out. But he was also kind, and after just a few months, we went up to the Abbey together and made ourselfs right in front of God. 
 
 Jonathan had a little cottage in a secluded vale on the castle grounds that had been his uncles, and I set about making it our home. I also stopped taking the crone's tincture, and after just a few months, a baby started to grow in me. It were n't an inconvenience anymore, and I was excited about becomin' a mam myself. 
 
 Jonathan knocked together a crib from some planks that were lyin' around the stables, and scrubbed the insides with stone until they were smooth. Little Johnny turned came out of me screamin' louder than I was on a hot summer night with my mam and a couple aunties all fussin' around, and Jonathan sittin' in the corner looking terrified. They gave me a little time out of the castle kitchens to keep Little Johnny until he was big enough to go to the servent's creche next to the kitchens. I was able to go to him for nursin' when he needed it, and he grew up strong and healthy. 
 
 Meanwhile, rumor around the castle was that the queen could n't keep a baby in her. She'd go plump, then it would die. I reckon she just had too much piss and vinegar in her for a baby to live! 
 
 When Johnny was just 18 months, Jonathan got my belly plump once again! When the baby arrived, it was a gel, and we named her Grace. Grace was a firecracker from the start. Slept all day, bawled all night. She was backwards complete! She grew out of it after some months, which was good because Jonathan and I were going wrong in the head from all them nights with no sleep! She grew up good and strong like Johnny, and I learned from my auntie -- the one who had given me the crone's tincture -- about what time of the month I should n't let Jonathan have me if I wanted to slow down the baby makin'. Jonathan was okay with that -- said he still were n't right in the head yet, and another one like Grace might make his grave. Bless him! 
 
 One of them nights Jonathan was n't allowed south of my border, if you catch my drift, there was a knock on the cottage door. Jonathan went to the door and opened it a crack to ask who it was, and the door was knocked right in. Jonathan stumbled back, and two black figures stepped inside. I could hear the clang and clink of chain and plate. Knights, surely. A man's voice commanded `` Hold him.'' I could not see him in the dim moonlight, but it was King Sivle's voice. The nights grabbed Jonathan by the arms and forced him through the door, then stood in the doorway. I heard him shout `` What do you want, Sivle?'' but the King and his guards did n't say nothin'. 
 
 Sivle knew what he wanted, and afore long, I knew, too. He parted my legs gentle-like, as he used to do, and even though I was Jonathan's in my heart, I knew there was n't no fightin' the King. I did n't say nothin' and he did n't say nothin' while he did he business, and when he was finished, he sat on the floor and started cryin'. He bubbled for a bit, then asked me to light a lamp. I lit one, and he looked at me, eyes all red, and none of his old smile. He said `` I'm so sorry for this, Anne, but you have borne two strong children, and the queen... she ca n't... she ca n't... a child can not live in her. You were once my friend, and I must have an heir. Please, let this child of mine grow in you. Once born, he or she will not be treated as a bastard, but as a true royal.'' He also promised me that I would be allowed to work in the royal creche, so I could see the child often. I reckon he did have a soft spot for me,'spite what he'd just done. 
 
 I did n't know how I could refuse. I mean, the King did n't exactly let me choose in the first place, comin' late at night and havin' his knights carry Jonathan away. I reckon if I went to the crone, the King would just come again. So I agreed. He said thank you and walked out past his guards. I heard him talking to Jonathan, then Jonathan came back inside. He did n't look happy, but he came and set down next to me and took my hand. He said the King explained the situation to him, and made it clear that Jonathan's life were n't worth as much as the King's baby, so he better not do nothin' to stop it. 
 
 Jonathan asked if I was okay, if the King had hurt me, and I laughed and told him that the King fumbles around like a youngun, and could n't make me squirm and squeal like me Jonathan. I reckon that helped his pride enough to get by, and we made it through the next couple of months mostly like normal, though Jonathan would n't do more than kiss me goodnight. I think he was afraid of doing anything that might hurt the King's baby. 
 
 We would have been fine the rest of the time, but the King done told his Queen about what he was up to. Once again, our door got knocked in after dark, and the King's knights made me come with them to the castle. I was marched up more stairs than I thought possible, and stepped into a lit up room. The Queen was there. She looked me up and down, then spoke some foreign talk to a woman standing just behind her shoulder. The woman said to me `` The Queen welcomes you to her tower, and bids you stay here as her King's child grows within you.'' The woman's words were much nicer than the look on the Queen's face. The Queen talked her funny talk at the woman again, and said `` Unfortunately, you can not leave during this time, nor can your husband or children visit you.'' 
 
 I looked at one of the knights, and said `` So, I'm a prisoner? Great.'' The guard did n't say nothin', but I thought a saw a slight shrug. I reckon they do n't pay them to be talkin'. 
 
 The woman spoke again without prompting from the Queen. `` Please, you are our guest, and you will have the best care possible. But we simply can not allow anyone to doubt that this child was borne of the Queen. The Queen herself will be sequestered in a chamber below yours, and will similarly be receiving no guests until the child is safely born and weaned The Queen requested this precaution for your safety and hers, and bears you no ill will.'' 
 
 A few months stuck in this tower sounded awful dull, but I was mostly concerned about Jonathan havin' to keep kids without me, so I asked `` What about Jonathan, Johnny, and Grace?'' 
 
 `` They will be taken care of thoroughly,'' said the woman. 
 
 `` Okay, then,'' I said, shrugging.
