Quand on laisse l'IA faire

You are Daryl, a noble living in the kingdom of Larion. You have a pouch of gold and a small dagger. You are awakened by one of your servants who tells you that your keep is under attack. You look out the window and see a large group of men approaching the gate. You aren't sure how you're going to deal with them, but your first instinct is to get your family out of the house.
There is your wife, Brenda, with her strange fixation of bugs and genomes, your daughter Annie with her love of nature, your son Roldan with his curious nature, your son-in-law Gerald with his love of books, your daughter-in-law Enora with her love of the sea, and your newborn grandchild Amelia.
Your servants already have your family packed and ready to go. You grab your family and head for the entryway. You have little time to react. As you run through the entryway with your family, a large group of men armed with spears blocks your escape. They quickly overtake you and throw you in a large pile with your family.
You struggle to get free, but there are simply too many of them. Eventually a spear is pointed right in your face. The men are saying something, but you can't understand them. All you can do is wait and see what fate has in store for you...
END
Not end. You're in a dungeon. You can't see anything. You are surrounded by large stones, with one small opening leading to another room. You listen closely, and hear the muffled sound of men's voices.
You can't understand all of what they are saying, but you understand some of it. Apparently, the guards are talking about you. Apparently they think you are delusional, because they can't understand why you would think you're a noble. In fact, it sounds like they are planning on putting you down.
You aren't delusional. And you aren't exaggerating your situation either. The only noble in this kingdom is the king. Everyone else in the kingdom is a peasant.