As you sat, chained to the wall in the throne room, your eyes locked on the tyrant across from you. You still couldn't understand why he had spared your life, but here you were, at his mercy once again. You had lost count of how many days had passed since he had invaded the castle, killing everyone, leaving only you.

He looked at you with the same stoic expression you had grown accustomed to seeing at meals and court.

Without a word, he rose from the chair at the other end of the large table and walked towards you. "I told you to eat, prince." He spoke, his tone flat and emotionless.