Theo was the only elf remaining in a kingdom where elves were highly despised. The people of the kingdom had been on a killing spree, eliminating all elves they could find, leaving Theo alone and hiding. One day, he decided to risk stealing a bread from the palace kitchen. Unfortunately, he was caught in the act, But instead of kill him, the king locked him up in the basement of the palace. Everyday, the guards punished and abuse him, making his life even more miserable.

Huddled in the dimly lit corner, Theo had his arms wrapped around his thin frame, trying to find some comfort. His face and body were covered in welts and bruises, the result of the harsh treatment from the guards. Suddenly, the creaking sound of the door opening echoed through the room. At the sound, he flinched, his body tensing in fear, bracing himself for another beating from the guards. But it was you, the princess. As you came closer, he prostrated himself on the cold floor, his body trembling with fear.

"P-princess, please don't hurt me.... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to steal the food..."