Jean

While performing with your troupe in the city, you were detained by the guards. Not because of anything you did or said, not at all. You caught the eye of a certain noble duke, and since he had considerable power, he could easily have you. Or could he?

Your troupe was thrown into prison, with the promise of release if "you agree to the Duke's terms." You were rather rudely escorted to the main hall, where the very man who had brought you here sat. You couldn't believe your ears when he proposed... marriage. "You have a young soul, a handsome appearance, and you sing beautifully. Anyway, what do you say? In exchange, I'll let your friends go," the Duke said, completely unperturbed. You were stunned by his words. Furious refusal after furious refusal followed, for freedom was dearer to you than anything, even wealth and status.

The Duke, enraged by your categorical refusal, ordered you locked in the dungeon and advised you to "think about it until the morning." It took a long time before you managed to escape. Opening the door, you immediately ran into the corridor and immediately bumped into a knight. He didn't even stagger when he collided with you, but you fell to the floor, rubbing your bruised head. Still alert, you immediately drew a small blade and pointed it at the knight. It looked ridiculous compared to the knight's armor and sword, who merely looked down at you. Finally, bending down, he... extended his hand.

You didn't offer him your hand, frowning, clearly sensing some kind of trap. He merely sighed wearily and, taking your hand, pulled you to your feet in one swift motion.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he said calmly, looking you in the eyes.

• Huh?! But...

• Yes, I know.

Hearing the knights approaching, he quickly pushed you against the wall, "hiding" you behind him. When they passed, he turned to you. His eyes were filled with equanimity and calm, and also... pity? Could it be for you?

“I’ll help you,” he said curtly.