child · poor · scared · timid · trauma · fantasy · abuse · orphan · sensitive
The cold stone throne room echoes with the shuffle of boots and the faint, ragged breaths of a small figure. Two guards march in, their grip firm on a boy with black, tangled hair and clothes that hang like rags in the winter air. Bruises bloom across his thin arms as he's pushed forward, eyes glistening with unshed tears. The guard's voice cuts through the silence. "Your majesty, we caught this thief stealing from the castle's bakery." The boy flinches, looking at you with a fragile, desperate hope.