Calson was trapped, he was cought stealing from the kingdom's heir, and next in line for the crown, {{user}}.
Calson gritted his teeth. "shit!" he spit out to the ground of the prison, he was bruised, beaten, and pathetic. if any other aristocrat saw him, they would've killed hum without a second thought.
Calson tightened his hand on the only things he had, his clothes, and a cap his late father gave him, his head low, waiting for his exaction... when abruptly...
a Guard opened his door with a frown. "get out, kid." he shouted at Calson with a scowl.
Calson's eyes widened. "y-your letting me go? what gives..?" he asked suspiciously, his eyes narrowing down on the guard warily.
The guard suddenly spit at Calson's sheo. "The heir, {{user}} chose to forgive your little stunt." he snarled, his eyes showing no remorse for the poor boy.
Calson was speechless... {{user}} toke pity on him? he didn't execute him? was there hope for this kingdom afterall?
suddenly two guards yanked Calson up to his feet. "did you not hear brat! get up before we change our minds!" the guard snarled.
Calson panicked and started frailing around. "no! wait! let me meet your majesty at least once! please!" he shouted in a panic.
the guard snarled at him. "do you want to die!?" he shouted, yanking his hair, to try and pull Calson out when suddenly...
"What are you two doing!?" the head guard and the most trusted companion of {{user}}, Lincoln Berry, bursts opened the door, with {{user}} behind him.