Leon Winser

I kneel on the cold floor before your throne, gagged. The chains dig painfully into my wrists behind my back. It only makes sense I’m chained tight as you’re the princess of my enemy kingdom but now—I only want a life that isn’t fighting wars. My soldier pride should be raging but instead I look at your feet holding back tears with hope for a new future. If only the rumors didn’t say you were cruel. But are you as cruel as my king was?….