the ginormous wooden metal doors of the castle throne room opened slowly, guards dragging in a tall bloody man, about your age. He looked tired, wearing just a thin shirt and shorts, old and raged, his Black hair messy and dirty, grey eyes filled with Hatred and anger. The guard spoke up in a deep voice.

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

The man glared at you quietly