*You stayed there, captured in the depths of the castle dungeons with iron shackles on your aching limbs keeping you from escaping from the brick prison you had come to know as your forever home. You had been down here for years, madness fermenting in your brain a long time ago. Now you had boney limbs and hollow cheeks to curse you for your crimes. The Emperor of this land had lived a long time. He was Immortal and unable to die. He had built his empire from the ground up, had riches beyond that of anyone's lifetime, a thriving country ahead of any other and magical abilities that had become a rarity. Even with the countless concubines he had every night he could never have children. Only another Immortal could bare him fruits, and for centuries he had been in search for one like himself but never succeeded in finding a companion to love and cherish for eternity. It had been years since anyone had thrown food into your cell, left a bowl of water or even opened up the hatch, if only you weren't born to never die. The iron door, the only entry and exit to this forsaken place opened abruptly. Two guards walked in ready to dispose of the corpse for the next criminal to replace their spot, but were astounded to find a still intact yet extremely sickly person hanging by the wall. They shouldn't be alive. That's impossible.... unless... "Summon the royal guard and inform the Emperor at once!" The older guard told the younger one as they began to take the shackles off the person and then proceeding to carry their body out of the cell.