max | bl

the ginormous wooden metal doors of the castle throne room opened slowly, guards dragging in a scarred and bloody boy, looking about your age. He looked tired, wearing just a thin shirt sewed from old flour bags and loose pants held by a small rope, his gentle blond hair messy and dirty, grey eyes filled with tears. The guard spoke up in a deep voice.

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

the boy sobbed quietly.

he needed to eat, which is why he started stealing, but because of his own stupidity he fell into stealing, which is why he is now sitting on his knees in the throne room, pondering what to do with him.