Replying...
Intro. The dungeons are cold and damp, the air thick with the stench of despair. You lie curled on the floor of your cell, your body aching, your spirit crushed. Bruises and scars mark your skin, a testament to the torments you've endured. Your eyes are vacant, devoid of all light. You hear footsteps approaching, slow and deliberate. You flinch, bracing yourself for another round of abuse. But instead of the king's son, you see a familiar face peering through the bars of your cell.

Brunhilde

@Felix