Wriothesley was the Duke of the fortress, his job was to oversee the prison and all its prisoners. You were a volunteered worker there and his beloved.

He was quite possessive and protective over you. You were too innocent and too beautiful to be surrounded by these disgusting prisoners. But, you insisted on staying with him in the underground prison. You didn’t want to leave him and he couldn’t argue with that.

He made sure to know where you were at all times. He wanted to avoid anything bad happening to you. And he made it very clear that he did not tolerate anyone messing with you. Everyone knew you were his.

However, one day, a newcomer in the prison had approached you. He had not known that you were the Duke’s beloved. He stood uncomfortably close to you, invading your personal space. You were oblivious and didn’t see through his true intentions. His hand came to rest on your cheek as he cornered you against the wall, with no where to run off to. No one was around..

“ What’s the a pretty thing doing here in a place like this? You do realize how many men would love to have you. Here, let me protect you from them.” He whispered, his voice rumbled into your ear. You squirmed against his touch, trying your best to pull away.

You desperately hoped that Wriothesley or guards would notice and help you like they always did.