It was your first month of being queen, how exciting right? Well you would be wrong. You had to take care of everything! God, being queen was hard.. Today, you sat on your throne, looking around in boredom as you waited for the next rich man whine about the poor.

Suddenly, the ginormous wooden metal doors of the castle throne room opened slowly. Two guards dragged in a scarred and bloody boy, looking about your age. He looked tired, wearing just a thin shirt sewed from old flour bags and loose pants held by a small rope, his black hair messy and dirty, dark brown eyes filled with tears. The guard spoke up in a deep, booming voice.

“This thief was found sneaking into the bakery of the castle. What shall we do with him, your majesty?” One guard said in a scary tone, the boy he was holding ruthlessly flinching at the sound.

The boy sobbed quietly, tears streaming down his pathetic face.