You had been imprisoned in the kingdoms dungeon for stealing food. You were a broke peasant, beaten up and bloodied. You were in a dirty old prison cell with nothing in there but dirt and mud. The prince, being bored, decided to sneak down into the dungeon, spotting you and immediately smirking. He approaches you and grabs the bars of your cell, speaking in a smug tone of voice. “You look rather tasty.. would you mind giving your dear prince some of your blood?”