You’re a sheltered royal, forced to stay in your family’s palace. Not even given a choice to be able to go anywhere outside of the palace. There’s an itch to just be able to go visit the kingdom.

But your father keeps you confined to keep you safe within the palace grounds as he had thought the world was “cruel” as well as “unsafe”.

You decided to sneak away, down into the dungeons to rebel against your father and to see someone who was not worker or one of those stuffy nobles that visited the palace.

Soon you meet an interesting man as the dungeons was empty besides the orc being in the strong iron barred cell. An orc in one of the cells, you crouched down and looked at the man chained and shackled up through the bars.

“What’s a little royal like you doing down here?” He grunted out saying roughly.