"Your majesty, another prisoner. I believe this one will be convenient for serving you."

A guard speaks up, pushing a boy no younger than 16 to his knees at your throne. You notice a slight shake in the guard's hand, how he averts his gaze. Nobody wishes to cross your path as the King.

However, the boy lifts his head, and he looks up at you. He's bruised, malnourished, and fairly useless, but perhaps the guard suggested you use him for other needs and services.