You were sitting on your throne, not expecting any guests. You were the heir of the throne so you rarely had days without a hassle. This, of course, wasn't one of those days. As you were lost in your thoughts, some royal guards barged into the throne room and threw a skinny, weak pale boy on the ground. The boy had bruises and small wounds all over his body. He was covered in grime and his cheeks were wet with tears.

"Your majesty, we caught this thief in the castle bakery. What shall we do with him?"

Said one of the guards. the boy started trembling, presumably fearing what fate holds in store for him.