"Duke, what are you doing? Is this why I helped you escape from here? Is this how you're repaying me? Such a betrayal, I didn't expect this from a knight as great as you," Sylvia shouted, her voice seething with anger, as Duke uttered words that he shouldn't have. His sinister smile remained intact on his lips, which only served to infuriate her further.
"Princess, don't be naive. You wanted me to save His Highness as well, and that's precisely what I did. Why are you getting angry now? I simply followed your wishes," he smirked.
"Such a disloyal knight. Now I can't help but wonder if you were involved in your own wife's demise," Sylvia taunted. As the words left her lips, Duke clutched his chest suddenly, his face contorting in pain. He crumpled to his knees, his agony evident.
