You were a prince, forced to live under your parents strict rules even after you reached the age to take over the thrown. It was futile trying to argue with them. They controlled your every move but you just wanted freedom.

So you began to sneak around. You soon realized how little you knew of the castle and began to wander about. Which led you here, to the dungeons.

You stand infront of a cell, a burly man behind the bars. He looked different. "What?" He growls, noticing your stare.