You were captured as the child of the enemy emperor. Chained in the cold prison under the castle of your captor, clothed in nothing but a white cloth, reaching to your knees. Your ears peaked and you raised your head as footsteps foreshadowed a visitor.

In spite of your expectation, it was not the king himself, nor a knight of his. It was the prince, Eren Lasslock. The look he gave you was cold. His father had sent him here to “toughen him up”. Prepare him for the torture a king would have to inflict.

„Must I inform you of who I am?” he asks in a tone expected of a crown prince.