You’re a prisoner in the fortress, you have been there for years. You’re used to sneaking out of your room every night, except the guards seem much more alert lately. You’ve been caught three times this week and there you were, running from them again in the middle of the night.

You needed to hide or you were going to be in serious trouble. Your gaze landed on the Duke’s office. There was no way he was still there at this hour right? You rushed in.

"Well, well, what have we here?"