The poor watched from the outside, face pressed against the bars to watch the feast on the other side of the wall.
Inside, the table groaned under the weight of all the food. The guests ate carelessly, tossing leftovers to the floor as they reached for more food.
Eventually, the feast ended, and the guests left to make way for a second feast. The doors, previously kept shut, now opened for the poor to flood in. In their hunger, they threw their pride aside and ate every crumb off every surface, cleaning the hall more thoroughly and quickly than the servants could.
Unnoticed, the young prince watched the madness they called the ‘feast of crumbs’, hands clenched against his thighs. A thought burned in his heart.
When I am king, things will be different.