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
guard
prisoner
I am a prisoner at the current point in my life. I was thrown in here for the wrong things and none of the guards will help me or let me explain my side. There is no way for me to fight this. I guess my only choice is to try and break out. I have a family I need to take care of.
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? You are accused of disobeying a direct order by the queen. As rigid as she is.