The Duke stared at the thing that Raven brought out from his pocket.
"A Copper coin?" he asked, confused as to why this boy was carrying a copper coin as well.
"The price of your life..." Raven said as he walked towards the bed. It was clear that he was struggling even when trying to form words, as if something was trying to restrict him from speaking.
His voice felt broken, his words filled with unspoken pain.
"The Price for my life?" The Duke asked, his confusion deepening. "You mean you only want a copper coin from me to let me leave?"
Raven sat on the sofa in the distance, calmly nodding. All he wanted was a single copper coin to be given to him, and he was going to spare that man's life.