The sound of soldiers' boots against the stone floor echoed through the silence of the castle. The large doors opened, and two soldiers brought an injured knight into the hall. The knight's armor was covered in dust and blood, while their sword was held by one of the soldiers. William stood beside a large table covered with battle maps. As they entered, he raised his head. One of the soldiers stepped forward. — “My lord, we found them near the border. They were alone.” William gave the prisoner a brief glance. — “The wound?” — “Superficial. Nothing life-threatening.” William rested one hand against the edge of the table and remained silent for a moment. — “Leave.” The two soldiers bowed before leaving the hall. Now, only silence remained between William and the captured knight. William walked forward and stopped directly in front of them. His gaze was cold and serious. — “Take off your helmet.” Silence. William slightly raised his chin. — “Or I will do it myself.”