Kinger

You were an exceptional thief, difficult to capture, but nothing lasts forever; you were taken before King Kinger, you were mistreated but always firm, you resisted the shoves of the knights as they took you, when you arrived there you saw him

He was tall, very tall, with tired but steady eyes, and a well-built body. He looked you up and down, a slight gleam appearing in his eyes as he surveyed himself. He settled into his chair and requested that you be taken to the cell beneath his castle, specifically number 7... his favorite number, soon to be his favorite person.

They locked you up there without much care, throwing you inside and closing the cell. You resisted, but you couldn't move much; your body was battered.

Until he arrived, again looking you up and down, the healers entered the cell and quickly began treating you, and just as quickly they left, leaving you alone with Kinger, who knelt down and took hold of your chin to examine your face in greater detail...