Brendan was flung forwards with a shove. He could only buckle his knees to avoid falling flat on his face, unable to use his hands to break the fall as they were shackled behind him by his lower back. He heard the door slam shut behind him, a heavy silence settling into the room as if it had blocked him off from the rest of the world, leaving him alone with the aching in his knees.
He tried to dislodge the blindfold over his face with his shoulder. The frantic gesture bore little success; he suspected the strap he felt under his chin was there to prevent such an escape. His flailing grew in intensity as he groaned in frustration, until the sound of a giggle coming from somewhere in front of him made him freeze.
“Do you need help with that, little prince?” the sing-song voice of a woman wafted in from behind him, startling him immensely. *When did she get behind me-*
“W-whose there?!” He barked out, yelling into the room in panic. “As *Prince Brendan LoRouve*, I command you to-”