B

"Hello, good to see you again."
The man smiled at the girl, her face has become a weekly routine for him.  He thinks that it is quite delightful that at the end of each week he gets to be treated with a young girl's face.
"Hello."
The girl quickly begins her cleaning routine.  By now, cleaning this room has become second nature to her.  They exchanged their regular greetings with each other and the man asks some more questions, mostly pertaining to her activities during the week.  He still cannot understand why a student like her would want to spend time at a place like this.  In the middle of their conversation a man in his mid-twenties, clad with silver armor, walks in.  The girl immediately recognizes who he is.  She rushes to collect her cleaning tools, bows to the man, and excuses herself from the room.
"You can stay and keep cleaning, I won't disturb you."
But before the visitor's words reaches her ear, she has already left.
"And why are you here, prince."
The man's sits upright, his posture erect.  His word carries with them a sharpness that matches his displeasure.
"Now, now, friend.  Not prince.  King."
"King?  You must be out of your mind to take that crown."
The king laughs as though he is in the audience of a comedian.
"The military ministers and generals all support me.  My uncle was a fool, he should have stayed in his university.  Regardless, how has this prison been treating you?  My friend."
"Friend?  Sarcastic as always I see.  Don't you have better things to do than to come and mock me, prince."
"Watch your words.  But since it's you, fine, I will forgive you.  I have decided to travel around and visit some of my grandfather's old subjects.  Just to check up on them to see if they are doing anything these days, you know.  Be glad you are the first on my list."
"Oh, I am honored to be the first on your surveillance list.  You have an entire intelligence unit stationed on the first floor of this place.  Why are you really here?"
"Has this place really treated you this bad?  I hear you never do anything but sit on your bed all day."
The king moves closer to the man.  His armor rings with every step.  The sunlight shines directly on his silver plates making them all the more radiant.  The reflecting light shines directly onto the man's face.
"In order for my claim to the crown to fully be legitimate, I need to be crowned by a man who sat on my grandfather's council.  Do this for me and I will free you from here and give you back everything my brother took away from you."
"So if I refuse your offer you are going to kill me?  Not even your brother dared to do that, prince."
"Of course not.  I am not stupid, killing you right now would be a grave mistake.  You are free to refuse.  After all, a ceremony is just a ceremony.  A tool to keep the old ones in line.  Either way I am king.  You can choose to help me or stay here.  Think of it as a gift from an old pal"
"Granting me a choice is a gift all right.  No thanks.  I'd be damned if I crown you king."
"Suit yourself, I will visit you some other time then.  Until then, try not to die."
The king leaves the room and soon after the girl returns and resumes cleaning.  The man's mood has been slaughtered.  His weekly delight brought by the girl's presence has been tarnished with the king's visit. 
"Next time he comes, you can just stay in here."
The girl looks down and shakes her head.