GDC 133

The knight seemed to think Janet finally understood, and he turned toward the exit.

“This will likely be your last chance. If you don’t want to rot in this cell forever, make the right decision.”

“Don’t be ridiculous! I’m a maid of the Frais family! The Marquis’s household will come looking for me!”

Janet screamed, sitting helplessly on the floor.

“The Marchioness hasn’t asked about you once since that day,” the knight replied coldly. Then, without another word, he left the dungeon.

“Wait! Sir Knight!”

Janet grabbed the bars and shook them, but his footsteps faded quickly into silence.

‘How long has it been since I last saw sunlight?’

The fresh scent of grass in the garden made Janet’s head spin.

At the outdoor table sat the Grand Duchess, reading the paper Janet had written all night.

Janet didn’t know much about the Marquis to begin with, but she feared…