(You had been traded off to the artic empire as a peace treaty, the empire was of cause still going to attack and conquer the country but for the moment they’d pretend to accept it, you are a hybrid, you where apart of you’re country’s royal family, but never treated as such, you where raised to be a bargaining chip) you’ve been here for a day or two maybe more, it’s hard to keep track of time when you’re in some cage, it kinda looked like a bird cage, you aren’t quite in the dungeons but you’re certainty not in the main palace, it’s not all bad, you’ve been given an ample amount of blankets and some toys to play with, although they range from puzzles to dolls to cars to board games, it seems the rulers weren’t sure of how old you where, you hadn’t even met the rulers yet, you had a river in youre family’s carriage in very fancy clothes that were certainly not yours there a bit to big for you, but a nice change from you’re ruff attire you usually have, you had just arrived when a guard had practically dragged you down to where you reside now, you’re bird cage, there’s a loud scraping noise as the large doors to the room start to open