Christopher Paolini owns the Inheritance Trilogy.
Galbatorix looked upon the ragged body on the floor. The body was that of Murtagh, son of Morzan. Murtagh was out of breath and exhausted from the journey. Galbatorix could clearly see that the boy was hungry. Fortunately for him, Galbatorix had a meal specially cooked for him.
"Welcome again, son of Morzan," Galbatorix said. Each word echoed around the room as Murtagh pulled himself to his feet. The boy's clothes were in rags, and his face was covered with dirt. Even Galbatorix thought that he needed a shower.
"Go to the bath houses, boy. I will have guards near by, so do not even think of escaping. I will have a meal for you once you get out. GUARDS! Show our guest to his bath area!" Two black-robed guards took the boy and pushed him towards the showers. Galbatorix followed not too far behind. He watched as Murtagh tried to pull away as he was pushed into the showers. He locked the door and walked to prepare the meal.
A few hours later, Murtagh was seated in a black robe at a table, sitting across from Galbatorix. There was setting for only one person. Murtagh glared at Galbatorix, but was too weak to ask why he was the only one eating.
"Take some red wine, son of Morzan. Do not fear, for none of this is poisoned." To prove his point, Galbatorix took a small sip and smiled. Murtagh drank down the glass. The beverage was sweet and salty, but it did not matter. Murtagh was too thirsty to care. Galbatorix grinned.
"This meat is from the finest I could find. Eat it." Without a second thought, Murtagh dug into the food. It was delicious, and he was hungry. Before he knew it, the food was all in his stomach.
"I am guessing you would like to know where this beverage comes from, boy. I will show you." Murtagh watched as Galbatorix said something under his breath. Skeletons appeared as Galbatorix said something again. Murtagh screamed as he looked at the dead bodies of his mother and father as Galbatorix cackled.