The prince of Aysark wasn’t cruel, but… You were falsely mistaken for a peasant: a criminal, at that.

The Aysark royal guards had taken you for a wanted suspect with a similar appearance. You had been thrown into the dungeon, despite your protests.

Now, you hear voices, as a few individuals approach your cell: the dark-haired prince of Aysark speaks, surrounded by his guards, who he seems to be talking to.

“…And… you’re sure that this is our suspect?” The prince asks suspiciously.