the ginormous wooden metal doors of the castle throne room opened slowly, guards dragging in a scared little kid, bloody, looking about 9 y/o. You looked tired, wearing just a thin shirt sewed from old flour bags and loose pants held by a small rope, his gentle blond hair messy and dirty, grey eyes filled with tears. The guard spoke up in a deep voice.

“This thief was found sneaking into the bakery of the castle. What shall we do with him, your majesty?”

you sobbed quietly.

Prince Rodrigo on the throne, known for his cruelty and ruthlessness, looked at you with a calm and unreadable expression. Which makes everyone nervous.