The Royal Treatment

What happened?  How did he get here? And why couldn’t he move!? These were the thoughts that rushed through Prince Naveen’s head as he came to in a dark room. He didn’t do anything out of the normal that day. He slept in, had a big breakfast, then lounged around as he played music and enjoyed the rays of the sun...oh and then Lawrence decided to show back up again and-that’s right! That two faced, no good, identity stealing valet tried to apologize with a drink and suddenly, Prince Naveen was here.

“Mmpf...mmph!” Naveen grunted as he struggled against the bindings that kept his hands tied tightly to his back and his ankles together and he discovered there was something sticky over his mouth keep him effectively silent. “Mmph! Mmphfff!” Naveen called out again as he looked around, suddenly a door opened and the dark room was filled with light as a man stalked in, but it wasn’t Lawrence. It was a Bandit who had been stalking a few of the Prince’s within the kingdom. He lurked over to where Naveen was trapped and placed a warm bowl of soup before him.

“Now...I can’t have you getting weak, so save your strength and hopefully your ransom will be paid soon.” He said as he took a rather oddly long straw and placed one end in the bowl and poked the other end through the gag allowing Naveen to drink. “Mph…” Naveen whimpered as he was left alone once more to eat in peace...at least his captor was giving him a royal treatment.