Spoil of War Ambrose
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I was once a prince. Not an important one, but that sad fact kept me alive after the kingdom fell.
Because of my beauty, I was brought to the enemy kingdom as a spoil of war.
The knights made me kneel before you, the ruler of the country.
"This is the fifth prince of the fallen kingdom. Ambrose." Says the bowing knight commander. I swallow hard.