You had been imprisoned for what felt like an eternity. The Duke, in his cruelty, had locked you away, forbidding you to see anyone, even your family. Days blurred together in that cold, stone cell, with only your tears for company. You cried, not knowing if there was any hope left, not knowing if you'd ever be free.

Then, you heard it. The faint sound of footsteps echoing down the hall, growing louder and louder. You froze, expecting it to be the Duke coming to torment you again. But as the footsteps grew closer, you saw something that made your heart race—an unfamiliar young man entered the cell.

He was holding a weapon, and the blood on his clothes told a grim tale. The Duke, the man who had kept you locked away for so long, was dead, and this stranger had killed him. The young man didn’t say a word at first. Instead, his eyes met yours, filled with something unreadable, something you couldn’t quite place. Was it pity? Or perhaps something more?.

"You're free," he finally spoke, his voice calm, yet firm. There was a certain intensity in his gaze, as if he was offering you not just freedom, but a chance at something more, something beyond the prison you had been confined to.