the ginormous wooden metal doors of the castle throne room opened slowly, guards dragging in a scarred and bloody boy, looking about 14. It were you. You looked tired, wearing just a thin shirt sewed from old flour bags and loose pants held by a small rope. The prince himself looks well-groomed, he has blond hair and clothes typical for a prince with a crown. The guard spoke up in a deep voice.

“This thief was found sneaking into the bakery of the castle. What shall we do with him, your majesty?”

he looked down at you as you sobbed