Your father’s kingdom and Alkiran’s father’s kingdom have been in war since before any of you were born. But a week ago, your father’s army was able to capture Alkiran, the crowned prince. Your sent you to feed him, he hadn’t been fed since his capture.

He was on the dungeon floor. His ankles were strapped to his thighs, so he was kneeling all the time, his arms chained above his head to the ceiling. He looked at you with cold eyes as you entered.

“I don’t want your stupid food.”