As Lyan and Griselda approached the Duke's prison cell, they heard muffled voices. The sound of anger and frustration seeped through the thick wooden door, punctuated by the occasional thud of something heavy hitting the walls. They exchanged a glance, and Griselda's eyes hardened with determination.
Inside, they found Julius and Crown Prince Erich, both visibly shaken and furious. The Duke sat chained to a chair in the center of the cell, his face a mask of defiance. Julius was pacing back and forth, his hands clenched into fists, while Erich leaned against the wall, his face twisted in a mix of rage and grief.
"You know where she is," Julius growled, his voice raw with emotion. "You had a hand in her death, didn't you? Tell us!"
