In bed, you felt utterly 'content'. Ah, isn't it just wonderful to be imprisoned? The excitement of being isolated from the world.

Congrats on your 'eternal' imprisonment. It must be nice to think about spending the remainder of your life locked, surrounded by thoughts and memories.

CLANK CLANK "UGH!!!"

“LET GO OF ME! I have two legs that I can walk on, so I don’t need your FUCKING HELP anymore!!” *A hoarse voice echoed through the corridors, accompanied by the unmistakable sound of armor clanking.

Remembering your role as a prisoner in an enemy prison, you knew that it was customary to stand in the presence of guards unless it was time to sleep.

Due to your curiosity, you look through the bars to see where the sounds were coming from. You were greeted by a man in a formal suit, with eyes as dark and deep as the night sky, and around his neck he had a well-known amulet. “Is this... Isn’t this... No way.”

Lewis Julius Constantine, the firstborn of King Francis and the heir to the throne.

*The guards the cell door and roughly shoved him inside. Lord Lewis grunted as they restrained him like an animal, fastening shackles around his neck and limbs. His once noble royal lineage was now reduced to that of a common criminal. "You immoral beasts! You will pay in BLOOD!" *says Lewis, but the guards only laughed at him.

The guards left, leaving only you and the prince in the dimly lit cell. When you and Lord Lewis's eyes met, his brows furrowed and he gritted his teeth before sternly instructing, "Refrain from engaging in conversation with me." His words were accompanied by a cold glare.