You walk over to the boy in the stocks. His feet and hands bound and his rear sitting on an old splintery bench. "What do you want?" he said agitatedly as you approached. "Just to talk," you say, "I'm Princess <Make your own name>", "Why are you here?", "I'm Chad. I was caught trying to steal food. I was hungry." When will you be released?" you asked sitting down on and empty space next to him. "You shouldn't sit there," said Chad. "Why?" you ask. A man walked up. "Trying to help our prisoner escape," he said, "Then you shall share the punishment." A group of soldiers walked up to grab you a remembering that you are now a princess you yelled, "HOW DARE YOU ARREST ME! GUARDS! ARREST THIS GUARD AND PUT HIM IN THE STOCKS!", "release this boy and send him to the royal table to eat and tell the King to prepare to meet his new daughter."
The guards locked their fellow guard in the stocks and took Chad to the royal table and informed the King of the news.