"Goddammit." Frey Osborne cursed, struggling against the iron cuffs that bound him to the jail cell.

He was a prisoner of war, sure, but he was also royalty. The prince of the fallen kingdom Naozynria. How dare they lock him in a rat-infested dungeon!

The faint sound of footsteps caused Frey to stop his struggles for a second. "Who the hell is it?"