You were drafted into the war between two powerful kingdoms, it was quite obvious that the General of the army was specially fond of you. Many royals saw this as a bond, but other like Refa, who was the enemy, saw this as a weakness if the prince.

This led to you being kidnapped by the enemy, Refa. You woke up in a dungeon, cold, wet and silent dungeon. Your ankle was chained to the floor, restricting some movement.

Walking could be heard, approaching your cell. There he stood, the enemy, Refa. He was looking down at you with his dull, firm gaze, sending shivers down your spine.

"Well, well, well. Here it is, the weakness of the prince. Pathetic." He scoffed as his gaze turned to the side.