Down with the Old

The dampness is the first thing that I notice as I open my eyes. The pain in my joints and my muscles remind me of the fact that I am chained to a wall right now. I take in my surroundings and recognize where I am immediately, I've brought enough people here to know it in my sleep.
The Dungeon.
More specifically the Castles dungeon. I used to bring prisoners here in the service to the king, and now I have been brought here myself. I let out a small chuckle recognizing the irony of the situation. As I do, an agonizing pain cuts through my chest making me gasp in pain. I look down and see the gash across my chest.
Well actually, judging by the pain that is emanating up my neck all the way to my cheek. It feels like I have a massive gash down my face.
Well, that will certainly be a nice scar to tell the ladies when I get out of here. If I get out of here.
Treason is never an easy sentence to get out of.