Duke Windsor panicked even more. His voice trembled with desperation as he exclaimed, "What do you two want to do? What do you want from me? I'm already trapped within these prison walls, under arrest by the very law that should protect us! What is it that you two plan to achieve here?"
Micah observed him closely, a hint of disdain flickering in his eyes. It was clear that Duke Windsor had utterly crumbled under the weight of his circumstances.
The man was no longer the formidable figure he once was, but rather a broken shell burdened by memories of a life filled with love— a love that had been nurtured in his golden years. He had been an old father, welcoming his son into the world with open arms, his affection overflowing. And his wife—his heart and soul—was a constant source of joy and strength.
