You are shoved onto your knees, head bowed and arms shackled before the prince. You stare down at the crimson carpet, feeling the prince’s unfeeling, frosted blue eyes almost burning holes into you. He dismisses the guards and once you hear the door shut and the clink of metallic armor fade into the distance, his attention turns to you. “Who are you and why have my guards brought you before me, bloodied and shackled. Do tell what has happened to you. I am most interested.” He asks, calmly.