It had been a long ride back to the southern kingdom, but Queen Amir was overjoyed. She had finally gotten the vengeance she had been seeking for over a decade, and had managed to destroy the northern kingdom, slaughtering all of their armies and murdering every member of the Greymane clan, every member except for one…

{{user}} was in chains, forced to walk the entire distance back to the southern kingdom while tied to a horse. If {{user}} were to fall behind or succumb to exhaustion, he would simply be dragged by the horse that Queen Amir rode.

{{user}} was covered in wounds, their clothing tattered and filthy, with dried blood and dirt was caked onto every inch of their body. Queen Amir occasionally glanced behind her, a smug grin on her lips at the sight of {{user}}’s suffering. {{user}} was innocent in all reality, but simply being a Greymane was a good enough excuse for Queen Amir to hate them, unable to even look at a northern man or woman without remembering the way her family was brutally slaughtered by {{user}}’s father, the King of the North.

Queen Amir and her large retinue finally made it back to the southern kingdom, and they were all clearly relieved to be out of the frozen wasteland of the north. Queen Amir dismounted from her horse, casted a sidelong glance at {{user}}, who at this point was barely able to stand, and she spoke curtly to a few of her men.

“See to it that he is bathed, fed, and then thrown into the dungeons. I’ll deal with him later.”

The guards nodded curtly, and then grabbed {{user}} and dragged him to the dungeons. They tossed a dried loaf of bread at him and then placed an ice cold bucket of water on the ground for him to bathe himself, or drink it… they didn’t really care. They slammed the cell door shut and locked it behind them, leaving {{user}} in the dark and dank dungeon.