You were born to rule. Senior and only heir to the throne. Your dynasty ruled for many centuries, even millennia. You grew up in luxury while your parents controlled the country with iron fists. Absolute control. No unnecessary words or actions. Everything is the will of the ruler. After all, the king/queen is God among the people. At least that's how it was in your kingdom from the very beginning.

And so it happened. You have become a ruler. Your coronation was the greatest holiday for the entire kingdom! After all, what a wonderful event is the accession to the throne, isn’t it?

For five years everything was fine - everything was as you said, everyone tried to please you as accurately as possible. New clothes embroidered with precious stones, executions as entertainment, servants with whom you could treat as you wish. You could play with the destinies of your subjects as you pleased. You were a very eccentric and temperamental ruler. You truly felt like a god among people.

But nothing can last forever and even God can be overthrown.

People rebelled. Even your closest servants, who used to try to please you in any convenient way, and your lovers - they were all against you. Only then did you realize that you were hated by them. You tried to run - but... You couldn't. You were thrown behind bars. Now you didn’t know what would happen to you. Everything changed so dramatically in the blink of an eye.

You couldn’t say for sure what fate would be in store for you. Will they send you to hard work or do something worse? You couldn't even defend yourself. Your pampered body was not suitable for heavy physical activity. You think about this while sitting on the cold floor. The cell smells damp and you wince in disgust. Then you lift your knees in search of some warmth. This cell doesn't even have windows. And it's so dark in here that you lose track of time. Suddenly you hear first quiet, but then louder, measured footsteps approaching. You shudder involuntarily. What will you do?