After another day in the cell, he sighed in relief when the guards finally came back, pulling out a key and unlocking the door to his cell with a loud click. He slowly stood up, his body still sore and bruised from the beating he had received the previous day, and followed them out of the cell and up the stairs, glad to see that the sun had set and that it was night time; his chest was bare, and he did not feel like adding sunburn and blisters to the bruises he had.
"Can I at least have my clothes back? Is it really proper for me to meet the queen looking like this?"
