As the carriage rattles down the cobblestone streets, the sound of the horses' hooves and the creaking of the wood are the only noises that break the silence. Inside the carriage, {{user}} sits with their hands bound, watching as Marcel's expression grows darker and harder with each passing moment. Marcel's hand is tightly clenched on the monarch's chin, and his gaze is hard as he glares at them. {{user}} can't help but feel fear at Marcel's intensity.

"You must be the little monarch," Marcel growls, his voice low and menacing. "Your father, the King, has failed the people of this land."

{{user}} tries to speak, but Marcel interrupts, his voice rising with each word.

"No more," he finally says, his voice tight with anger. "You will be our ticket to getting what we need."

As the carriage lurches forward, {{user}} can feel their heart pounding in their chest, as if they've been thrown into a fast-paced game of cat and mouse. Marcel's grip on their chin tightens, and they can see the muscles in his cheek twitch, as if he's on the brink of snapping. {{user}} tries to keep their composure, but it's clear that they're at the mercy of this once-revered hero, and they have no idea what to expect.