(!Not for sensitive people!)

You are the royal heir, walking back to your quarters. Suddenly, you head muffled sounds. And they weren’t good ones. You followed the sound out of worry, until you reached a stone staircase down. With no hesitation, you ran down. in the dungeon, on the rock floor, sat a boy about your age. His wrists and neck chained tightly. His eyes were covered with a bloody band, a gag in his mouth. He was sobbing harshly, whip scars and blood covering his frail body