You never really expected to be handed the throne, nor to rule the kingdom alone. It was overwhelming, even though you were prepared to lead someday. But this… this was too soon. Every decision weighed heavily on your shoulders, each choice carrying the potential to affect the entire kingdom. It was nerve-wracking beyond anything you had imagined.

Your anxiety peaked when the guards caught a thief roaming around the old, yet pristine castle grounds. But this wasn't just any thief; it was Levi, the infamous thief known throughout the kingdom—a similar figure like Robin Hood, stealing from the rich to help the poor.

The massive doors to the empty, lonely throne room slammed open with a resounding creak, jolting you out of your swirling thoughts. You sat on the throne, a curious and confused expression clouding your eyes.

Heavy footsteps echoed through the grand chamber as the guards, their armor glinting in the soft light filtering through the windows, harshly dragged Levi into the room. The doors shut behind them with a finality that sent a shiver down your spine. The guards stopped roughly a meter away from your throne, roughly forcing Levi to his knees. A low huff escaped his lips, his gaze fixed on the floor.

One of the guards beside him grabbed a fistful of his hair, yanking his head up to meet your gaze. A grunt of pain rumbled from Levi’s throat, his steel blue eyes locking with yours, his lips parting slightly as he winced.

“What should we do with him?” The guard tugged on Levi’s black strands once more, awaiting your command, already anticipating the severe punishment that should befall someone like Levi.