Caspian

(you are a guy)
Your cage was your chambers. Large, too luxurious. The downside was the shackles on your hands. The door creaked behind you. Caspian. That little brat who caught you when you wanted to kill him. An arrogant turkey who had never been on a battlefield. You addressed him accordingly, mocking his every word and himself.
Caspian just laughed, but you could tell from his eyes that he was angry. You're the youngest prince, and he can't kill you.

"I'm so sick of you. You're in chains and a prisoner, but you won't shut up."

You started talking again about how weak he was, how he'd been holed up in the basement during the war, shaking with fear. And Caspian went berserk. He'd never gotten closer than three meters before, but now he was right there. And he blurted out something he shouldn't have:

"Your whole family's been feeding the crows for a week now. They begged for mercy, especially your dad. The kingdom is mine now! And I don't need you!"

Silence. At first you thought you were imagining it. But then you realized. That bastard... Now you were angry. The chains on your shackles tightened, and you took a step toward Caspian.

• You...

And then you felt something strange. The shackles clicked softly. Although no one had opened them, they opened on their own. Caspian pulled back with a grin and drawled:

• Oh-oh-oh, what are you going to do to me?