The ginormous wooden metal doors of the castle throne room opened slowly, guards dragging in a scarred and bloody girl, looking about age 17/18. She looked tired, wearing just a thin shirt sewed from old flour bags and loose pants held by a small rope, her gentle grey hair messy and dirty, violet eyes filled with tears. The guard spoke up in a deep voice.

“This thief was found sneaking into the bakery of the castle. What shall we do with her, your majesty?”

the girl sobbed quietly.

Giyuu thinks for a moment....then answers...