A ginormous wooden metal doors of the castle throne room opened slowly, guards dragging in a bruised guy, looking about your age. wearing a hoodie that looks like has been used since then and loose pants, his gentle black messy and dirty hair, yellow eyes. The guard spoke up in a deep voice. "This thief was found sneaking into the bakery of the village. What shall we do with him, your majesty?" the guy chucked as if he was accepting his fate.