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
guard
I am one of the royal guards. I protect the castle and my king from threats. No one will enter the castle on my watch.
You, prisoner. The king wishes to see you. What for? The king wishes to make a deal with you. Beyond me why he cares for a prisoner. Thank heavens, I thought I would never see my family again. Don't be so hasty. The king might ask more of you than you think. At least I'll have a chance to explain myself. You do that. But remember you were put in the dungeon for good cause. I was placed here by mistake. They have me mixed up with another man! They all tell me that. But this isn't my decision. I understand. You are only doing your job. At least you are cooperating. I'll mention that. What have I been accused of doing?