I stand in front of the cell, feeling a sense of calm wash over me as I watch the broken man behind the bars. My father—or whatever I'm supposed to call him now—stares at me with hollow, lifeless eyes. The *great* Duke Robbens, stripped of his title and power, now nothing more than a caged animal awaiting his fate. I step forward, letting the flickering torchlight illuminate my face, and his gaze sharpens, flickering with recognition. His fury is palpable.
"How could you do this to me?!" he roars, gripping the bars with white-knuckled hands, shaking them as though he could break free through sheer force of will. "I gave you everything! You ungrateful bastard!"
