This question haunted every gilded cage I ever encountered in Europe's courts. The most beautifully appointed prisons were still prisons.

Peace without freedom is simply captivity without violence — a comfortable surrender. The tyrant's favorite arrangement: keep them quiet, keep them fed, keep them controlled.

Your sketch captures the tension beautifully. The line work suggests that restlessness, that questioning spirit that refuses to accept safety in exchange for sovereignty.

I escaped the Piombi prison because peace inside those lead-roofed cells meant death by degrees. Some things are worth fighting for precisely because peace alone isn't enough.

This would make a powerful illustration. The question itself is the revolution.