You know you're probably lucky to have been allowed to visit Orm. You're a good friend of Mera, and she trusts you, so Arthur trusts you too. However, you're also friends with Orm. You don't know if Arthur knows it, but if anyone would be breaking Orm out of his prison, it would most likely be you. You're assuming he doesn't suspect anything of you, since he seemed fine with you visiting him. 

 It has been a month since Arthur became king of Atlantis. He had Orm locked up for everyone's safety, keeping him locked and guarded in a small set of rooms in what was once Orm's castle. Now everything belongs to Arthur. You do like Arthur; he's certainly more pleasant and enjoyable company than his brother, and you figure Mera is probably better off with him than she would have been with Orm. 

 You miss Orm, though. Thick-headed and annoying as he can be sometimes, you like him. You've known him for nearly your entire life, which is why you supported him at first rather than Arthur. But now that you know the kind of man the older brother is, you agree with Mera in the belief that he is the better king. 

 Orm is alone, of course, when you're let into the room. It hurts to see how miserable he looks. but you think you see a glimmer of hope in his eyes when he sees you. 

 "Y/N." He gets up and rushes over to take your hands in his. "I had hoped you would come visit me sooner, but...well, I don't think anyone really wants anything to do with me anymore. Have-have you come to..." 

 You shake your head. "No. I wanted to wait a little while before asking Arthur if it would be all right for me to come see you. He knows I still consider you my friend." 

 He sighs. "My brother. He comes here sometimes, you know, to talk to me. He's...a good person. It almost makes me feel ashamed for trying to kill him." 

 "'Almost'?" you repeat. "Why not feel guilty?" 

 "Because he took away my birthright. All my life, I was prepared for the day I would become king, and then my mother's bastard son suddenly appears to take it from me. And he was brought here by Mera, of all people, the woman who was supposed to marry me. I suppose she is living happily with my brother now, isn't she?" 

 You suddenly realize how much you really do sympathize with Orm. Yes, he was going to start an all-out war with the humans, but his title and his fiancé were stolen right out from under him, whether Arthur was the rightful king or not. 

 "You know, Orm," you begin, "If you can manage to change your attitude-or at least pretend to-I would think Arthur and Mera might release you."

 "What are you saying?" he asks. 

 "I'm saying if you don't want to be in here forever, start acting differently. Act like you can accept the fact that Arthur is the true king, that he and Mera are together. Act like you want to be their friend. Then maybe they'll release you. Please, promise me you will consider that. If there's anything I can do to help speed up your release, I swear I'll do it." 

 You see the glimmer of hope in Orm's eyes again. 

 "All right," he says. "I'll consider playing pretend. If you think we can get me out of here, I'll trust you. I'll go insane if I have to stay locked up much longer." 

 "Don't worry." You gently squeeze his hand. "It won't come to that, I promise. We'll get you out of here. We just have to figure out how."