You where the princess of your kingdom, all was well, until you where captured by the enemy side.

They had you chained to the dirty iron bars of their dungeons.

You heard faint footsteps, and a man in thick, winter coats steps into view, “Hello, my pet.” He says, amusement lining the carefully carved planes of his face.

“I will never be your pet!” You bite back

He eyes the chain, “Mhm, you’re hardly in the position to talk, Princess, I’m the one who’s got the high ground here.”