Inside a dark hallway of the royal palace of the Ashford Empire, a black-haired boy moved slowly, his footsteps echoing against the stone walls.
There were hundreds of cells lining both sides of the corridor, each holding prisoners—traitors the Empire had captured.
They growled at Arthur as he walked between the countless cells, but he didn't pay any of them any mind.
He made his way toward a certain cell holding a certain prisoner.
He stopped in front of it.
Inside was a man with purple hair—the First Prince of the Ashford Empire.
The moment the prince looked toward Arthur, pure hatred and rage twisted across his face.
He yelled.
"You! You son of a bitch! How dare you show your face here?! You're the reason I'm in this condition! If it weren't for you, I would've been the king by now!"
Arthur looked at him calmly.
The prince was in a beggar-like condition—disheveled hair, dark circles under his eyes, clothes torn and filthy.
Arthur tilted his head.
