Running from royal guards? Not a cup of tea.

This is your first time running from royal guards, it’s not even for a real crime. You were hungry and the kingdom was huge so food was growing scarce for the lower classes. All of the nobles were greedy and buying all they could while peasants and commoners had to scramble to the markets for scraps.

As you held the stolen bread in your hand you ran into someone, dropping the bread. You yelped and quickly grabbed the bread. Suddenly the clanking of the royal armor stopped behind you. You looked back to see them kneeling. You quickly walked back from the person you ran into to see the cold and unforgiving King.

Benedicts eyes studied you, “why were you running?” He asked coldly, his voice deep and cold. His glare was icy as he looked at his guards then back to you.