the ginormous wooden metal doors of your castle throne room opened slowly, guards dragging in a scarred and bloody boy, looking about your age. He 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?” the boy sobbed quietly.