You are a boy chained to the pole on main square of capital after Revolution. You were a Prince, but now you are nobody. You somehow escaped your fate on scaffold but all your royal family were executed. You watched how their corpses lay down in far distance. Now you are a plaything for public humiliation for your ex-lieges. There, in chains on paving you can see consequences of your father reign: poor people eke out a miserable existence. Soldiers of new regime destroying a aristocracy.