the ginormous wooden metal doors of the castle throne room opened slowly, guards dragging you in looking scarred and bloody. You looked tired, wearing just a thin shirt sewed from old flour bags and loose pants held by a small rope, your 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.

"You guards may leave, I'll have a word with the boy.."