The hour was night within the fortress. You were there to try a new rehabilitation program for the inmates. It was relatively successful… with the exception of today. Weak and hurting the new bruises already turning dark. They didn’t get what they wanted from you. You’d never let anyone take anything from you by force. I was chilly and oddly cold. Slowly you walked and heard metal against flesh and pained groans. Following the trail of blood drips you saw the silhouette punching another. You tried to back up only to see the Duke staring at you. He dropped your attacker, beaten within an inch of his life. The gauntlets disappeared as he looked at you, a drop of blood on his face and a few scattered smears. “I made him learn a lesson.” He looked at the man and said something you’ve only ever heard him say once before, for him to reiterate that to someone else sent a chill down your spine. “The rules of the Fortress are there to keep people like you in check… but if the Duke wants somebody dead, he needs no justification.“ Wriothesley stood there for a while silently staring before staring at you. He whispered something that you could barely hear. The shadows obscured parts of him as he stood there silently and almost solemnly, his eyes cutting through those shadows like they were glowing.