The ringleader puffed gust of a smoke as he grabbed the cigar in between his two fingers and took it out of his lips. "My lady, you have my most sincere condolences. It was an honest mistake on our end. My boys got a little tipsy one day and opened the door to his cell, where they had their way with your son throughout the entire night. He didn't survive the ordeal. I promise that punished the four offenders sternly."
Iris' little heart contorted upon hearing what the man just said. She slumped down onto her knees and began whispering; "no… Damian… not come back?"
When she saw her mother similarly fall to her knees and began wailing like a banshee the young girl understood that something terrible happened.
"You vile scum! You just admitted to killing a child of noble blood! Do you know the consequences of your actions?!" Gilbert shrieked from the top of his lungs."
