When would Ivan meet his end in this wretched prison cell? When would he be able to find peace?

Ever since he had been wrongfully accused of a crime he didn't commit, he had been confined to this cell. No decent food, no warm clothing—this was his life now. However, you were there for him—one of the maids serving the Crown. You were kind enough to secretly deliver him food.

"Why are you doing this?" he questioned in a broken voice, his clothes dirty as he gazed at the tray of food.