Imprisoned!

"How did we get here so fast?" you ask. "I thought that I'd travelled miles and miles before I arrived at your cottage."

"You may well have done, but it must have been in a circle. What an idiot you are! And before you ask, no we don't still need you to impersonate Annabeline. She - or you - must have been missed long ago, and no doubt search parties are out looking for her. But that no longer matters. Within the hour, Annabeline will have married the Grand Moff, shortly afterwards he will die of an unfortunate 'seizure', and soon after that Annabeline will lead his troops in battle against her father to take over the country and become queen in her own right."

"She's certainly an all-action girl," you concede. "And you will be the Queen's trusted advisor, I assume."

"Just so."

You had hoped that you could distract Maggie by talking to her, but it isn't working. Maggie doesn't let the conversation stop her from waving her wand a few times. With each wave, a chain from the dungeon wall flies into the air and locks itself around you. By now, not only are both your wrists and both your ankles chained to the wall, but there is a metal collar round your neck, also secured to the wall.

"I think the chains go rather well with your gothic look," Maggie remarks. "I'll say goodbye now. I'll be back every day or two to gloat, though."

1. "I'd be far more malleable to your wishes than the real Annabeline would be," you say in desperation. "Why don't you ditch her and use me as your pawn instead?"
2. You would protest, but the metal collar is so wide that you discover that you can't open your mouth more than an inch or so, making intelligible speech impossible.

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