On a crisp morning, Duke Kayden made his way through the stone corridors of Altheria Castle, his boots echoing softly on the cold, marbled floors. With a determined expression on his face, he ventured into the courtyard, where the prisoners from Helena's army were held, bundled up in heavy cloaks, their breath visible in the frigid air.
Kayden's presence drew surprised glances from the prisoners, who had heard whispers of the Duke's intention to provide them with proper clothing and nourishing food. Among them, he spotted Raphael, his muscular frame adorned in a thick, fur-lined coat, and a sense of duty and responsibility etched into his features.
Raphael approached Kayden, his demeanor respectful and humble. "Your Grace, thank you for your compassion toward our people. We are truly grateful."