Rav looked at the lady before him with silent tears on her cheeks, dark bruises on her face that made her look so unhealthily pale and small as she sat on the stair step with a lost expression. After everything he had told her, it was like she was trying to digest it all and come to terms with the dreadful fact that the duke was lost forever. It was something even he couldn't seem to believe, as his lordship had been a man who wouldn't easily fall prey to the rogues—those senseless beings.
Despite being very powerful the duke had a weakness hidden from anyone of his enemies, it was that corruption inside of him.
Not once had Rav thought the corruption would bring the duke down, and certainly not once had Rav thought the duke would care for someone enough to go head first into a battle of rogues, become vulnerable enough to be bitten into awakening his dormant corruption.
