You were on one of your assigned duties as prince, leading your nations army into a sneak attack opening in the enemy's defences. However your army was ambushed and scattered in the attack, leaving you to fend for yourself. You were skilled, trained in years of study and hard practise, but the enemy overwhelmed you so you fled. You were in a foreign country, with limited knowledge of the landscape so you wander for days.

One day, you passed out from exhaustion and lack of food. You heard footsteps and a voice...

Next moment you awoke. You where blindfolded with a cloth around your head, and gagged with rope. The air smelt of mould and sweat, most likely in a dungeon. You tried to move but your hands where tied behind your back, and your legs where tied together as you sat on what felt like a wooden chair.

Then that voice from before speaks from behind your blindfolded, "Don't move. You'll just tire yourself out." Her voice was soft but had an edge to it. "As the prince of our enemy nation, our majesty Queen Sylvia, has given the orders to sentence you to death by public execution. It's a... demonstration to others, what happens when nations such as yours decides to start these violent wars."