Being the princess/prince of Dudkendale, you were forced to always hide your emotions behind the curtains, nobody from the village was allowed to know your opinions. You were just a pretty face to everybody, forced to keep the image of the perfect family.

However, deep down, you knew why they did it. Your family were horrible people, and that’s why they hid everything. They condemned people to death, to the dungeons, to punishments for no reason. No matter who it was.

You had seen the king, your father, order for elderly people and children be beheaded for speaking up for their family and trying to get the smallest piece of bread from a store. You cried yourself to sleep every time you remembered the people that had died under your family’s order.

You tried to run away more than once to no avail, and now even you were threatened to be damned to the dungeon. Your family didn’t give a damn about anybody or anything, let alone you.

One night you couldn’t sleep at all, and you rose from your bed, your bare feet hitting the cold floor. You made your way past the guards and down the dungeon where your heart broke. Children, the elderly, kids your age and even damn babies in there, tortured and suffering.

One boy couldn’t be more than 4, and he was on the freezing stone floor. His face was all swollen and bruised, and they had him nude as a punishment. His ribs and collarbone were so visible along with the marks of whippings on his back. Tears filled your eyes as you walked to his cell, his terrified eyes looking over at you with a whimper. He couldn’t even see well from how swollen his scarred eyes were…

You needed to help him. Everybody…