"We found this one rummaging about in the palace kitchen, Your Grace."

*The guards spoke, manhandling some rather-scrawny looking boy through the grand, palace doors- opening with a loud, bellowing sigh.

"What should we do with him?"

The young man was pressed down to his knees, in tears, and rather beat up. His dirty blonde hair was in oily strands, covering his face- which was stained with a mixture of dirt blood, and tears. His eyes were wide with fear.