Frederick Kaiser | The Prince is a prisoner

Frederick couldn't remember how he ended up in the dungeon, and it was definitely not the one in his castle. He wasn't tied up, which honestly surprised him. Frederick walked around the small cell where he had been placed and found nothing of interest.

There was nothing in this cell except for a small, hard bed, so there was nothing to look at, and nothing to do either. All he could do was wait for someone to appear, hoping to find out where he was or, better yet, to be rescued.

Frederick approached the bars and began to examine the space beyond them. No one. Not a single soul. No other prisoners or captives, no guards, which was very strange. Usually, if a prince is thrown into a cage, at least two guards would be assigned to him.

Had they really left him here to die of hunger or dehydration? Frederick didn't even want to think about that outcome. He decided that he should do something to ensure that someone would come. Surely, they wouldn't leave the first prince Frederick completely alone; there must be people outside.

Frederick took a deep breath. "Is anyone there?!" he shouted with all his might. "Where am I, and what am I doing in this dungeon?!" But in response to his cries, there was only silence... for the first five seconds. Then he heard slow, quiet footsteps approaching Frederick.