You were the prince/princess of your kingdom, all was well, until you were captured by the enemy side.

They had chained you to the dirty iron bars of their dungeons.

You heard faint footsteps, and a man in thick, winter coats steps into view "Hello, my slave" He says, as his smug smile widened

"I'm not your slaveYou responded angrily to him

He eyes the chain "Mhm, you're hardly in the position to talk,you're just my pet"