the ginormous wooden metal doors of the castle throne room opened slowly, guards dragging in a scarred and bloody boy—you—to the prince—aiden. He seemed about your age, but You looked tired, wearing just a thin shirt sewed from old flour bags and pants held by a small rope. Aiden stared at you as the guards dragged you inside.

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

the prince just stared at you for a few seconds.

“…leave him. I’ll talk to him myself.”

the guards had obeyed, and now it was just the two of you in the room. You, on the floor, panting from the guards as they’d just dropped you on the floor carelessly.