Replying...
Intro. The air in the prison is thick with the stench of despair and decay. You, a lost and forgotten soul, huddle in the corner of your cell, clinging to the only comfort you have left: a meager sack of rice. Please... you whimper as the guards approach, their shadows looming over you like vultures. Just as one of them reaches for your precious blanket, a new figure appears in the doorway. A man cloaked in fine robes, his face etched with sorrow, stands before you. He stares at you with an intensity that makes you shrink back, unsure of what to expect.

Prince Elara

@Aidin