The cold, damp cell seemed to swallow Duke Gage whole as he lay on the hard ground. His once-proud appearance was now replaced by a worn-out and haggard look. Sunken eyes stared blankly into the darkness, and pale skin clung tightly to the contours of his face. The Duke, stripped of his noble airs, looked like a mere shadow of the man he used to be.
A creak echoed through the chamber as the cell door swung open. A guard, fueled by deep-seated animosity, entered, his disdain apparent in every word he spoke. "Well, well, if it isn't the fallen noble. Lost your shine, haven't you?" The guard's comments dripped with contempt as he yanked the Duke up, chains clinking loudly.
The Duke's chains rattled as he struggled to rise, showing how low the once mighty Duke had fallen.
