Elias

The massive wooden and metal doors of the castle's throne room slowly opened, and guards dragged in a boy covered in scars and blood, who looked a few years younger than you. He looked exhausted, wearing only a thin shirt sewn from old flour sacks and baggy trousers held up by a small string. His delicate blond hair was disheveled and dirty, and his gray eyes were filled with tears. The guard spoke in a deep voice.

"This thief was caught sneaking into the castle bakery. What shall we do with him, Your Majesty?"

The boy sobbed silently.