Dark and gloomy, the dungeon is the ugly underbelly of the castle. A few torches line the black stone walls, throwing a meager light on the iron bars of the cells. The air is damp and still; the only disruptions are the occasional anguished moans and cries from the prisoners.
Dungeon, Inside Castle
prisoner
rat
I am a rat of the castle. I eat random food I see. I scare the queen in her quarters when I choose.
Squeak squeak... I will kill you. I don't like rats You can...if you can catch me. I will let you live. I know what it feels like to be in close confinement. Imagine though...the world in here is so much bigger for me. It's like a kingdom of my own! I am in this prison for the wrong thing.  What do they say you did? They said that I stole some thing. None of the guards will let me explain my side. What did you supposedly steal? They said I stole food. There is no way for me to fight this. Perhaps if you give them me as penance... I guess that I can try to break out.