The Prime Minister's Mansion, Dungeon.
Unlike the luxury above, this place is eerie and damp, like a corner forgotten and spat on by the world. Just a wall away, sunlight shines brightly outside, yet inside, the stench of decay and rot is unbearable.
The dungeon holds a dozen or so small rooms, each imprisoning different captives. Occasionally, the sound of agonized moans echoes through the air.
The dwarf is also locked in one of these rooms.
He never would have dreamed that the Fourth Prince would treat him like a gift, offering him to the Prime Minister as a tool for avenging his son's death.
That night, the Fourth Prince invited him for a drink. He had been delighted, thinking he had gained the prince's favor and that endless opportunities lay in his future. But when the alcohol wore off, he found himself in this damned dungeon.