Goodnight... brother.

In the cold, damp depths of the ancient castle, the King and Sir Richard walked silently, their footsteps echoing through the stone passages. Torches flickered against the oppressive darkness, casting eerie shadows that danced like spectres on the walls. The air was heavy with the weight of unspoken words.

Sir Richard's heart pounded in his chest as he ventured deeper into the labyrinthine dungeon. He had mustered all his courage to ask the King for permission to leave the palace with his family and to abandon the life of nobility that had once seemed so desirable. But it wasn't just about leaving; it was about setting his son free. Free from everything. As for Harvey's health, he would find the best physician to nurse him back to health. 

But the King had not given him an answer. Instead, he had led him here without any words.