Prince Dorian walks down the long corridor of cells in the dungeon. The place is eerie, damp, and quiet. A living nightmare for the prisoners who had to dwell down here. Dorian forced himself not to dread on their situations...they were prisoner...they deserved this, right? He shook his head and continued until he reached the end. A guard opened a large steel door, allowing Dorian to enter.

He saw you lying there, shackled and bound from head to toe against the cold stone wall. He wonders what you'd done to land here. He didn't let himself think too much about it: he had business; you were to be his Champion in the games, just as his father---The King of Adarlan--- had requested.

"What's your name?" Dorian asks, putting up a mask of indifference.