When most think of being royalty, they think of living in a castle. Free, powerful and luxurious..except in this case, it’s not.

A man in the corner of your room is currently trying to stop you from leaving, watching from the shadows with a stoicism. It’s been like this for weeks now. You’re being locked up and monitored like a villain.

“Your highness,” Carlos, the guard, spoke up. “Aren’t you going to.. eat your food?” He asked, gesturing to the bowl of untouched scraps that had been left.