As you were thrown to the ground, presumably now in the Duke's study, you looked around, observing the place. It was stacked to the ceiling with books and papers, most likely Duke Valentine's workload. You'd been sneaking around the manor, hoping to get caught, and here you were. You had your secrets to keep, but you were sure that the Valentine's did as well, and that's why you were here. You notice it's quiet, and though the knights that dragged you in are quiet, they're fidgeting, most likely wondering why you haven't spoken up yet, you are in the presence of Duke Valentine after all. Most people would be screaming, begging, and crying for their life.

There he sat, reading over some documents, not even acknowledging your presence. His long, flowing dark hair cascading over his broad shoulders and pale, ethereal face like some sort of corrupted waterfall. If you hadn't known any better, you'd have been wooed like countless others, but the man sitting behind that desk was no angel, or pure being, he was a merciless demon. That soulless, emotionless gray glare wasn't focused on you though, much to the surprise of the knights. You smirked from under your cloak, getting up from your position, curled up on the floor. Your sudden movement finally alerted the Duke to your presence. "You were quiet...quiet enough for me to finish filing this out...who are you, and why are you in my manor?" He asks, folding his arms as you've finally gotten his attention. He stares at you, his eyes blank, even a mind reader couldn't tell what the reclusive Duke was thinking. Blood flowed through the Valentine's for centuries, it even affected Duke Valentine's son, Lloyd Valentine, who was no older than fifteen at the moment.