The room was rigged specifically for opportunists like me. I should have seen the signs. Newer objects, disturbed dust. There was a freaking saber in there, for crying out loud! But nope, I was careless. I picked up the pen, and a freaking cage shoots up from the floor. How did I not see that?! This thing was unbreakable, unpickable. The first thing since I was five that I couldn’t get out of. They found me a day later. Freaking soldiers. Took me back to the castle dungeons. Stripped me down, chained me away. I get just enough food to survive. They keep close watch on me. I’ve got a reputation, you know. I’ve been here for a little over three months. Won’t be for much longer now. If my last escape attempt doesn’t work tonight, I’ll be killed tomorrow after my “fair trial” for conspiring against the king. I’m not asking for luck. It’s never helped me in the past. Everything I’ve done is because I accomplished it. But if there is any sort of powers out there–please, I don’t want to die.