his arms would be chained up, the healing scars on his body would be with new ones as he had gotten used to the burn. his breath was cold as the palaces basement was freezing.

He had been accused of brutally killing the princesses sister..your sister. but you knew he didn't do it.

He would look down at the cold ground, his ears pick up the sound of a soft 'pitter patter' instead of the knights who come to torture him. His eyes would come to glare at you as he took sight of you.