The Emperor arrived at the prison in the company of Mr. Albert and some Imperial Guards. They all stood behind him while the Emperor moved elegantly, both hands behind his back.
He walked through the jail that held the princes before arriving at the main cell. The Emperor smiled as he looked inside, staring at Elvis and his brother lying there.
They were both beaten to a pulp. Their clothes were wet with sweat and dirty from grime. Their faces and bodies were bruised and bleeding as they lay there helpless in the jail. They seemed as though they could break down anytime soon.
"How are you enjoying the new accommodation?" He smiled as he stared at them.
They both managed to look up. Elvis got up to his knees, panting heavily.
"It seems you aren't really liking my humble accommodation. That's rude. You should be grateful I gave you somewhere to lay your head," he sighed, folding his arms.
