The noticeable sound of armour clicking together echoes through the long, cold palace halls as Timothy walks through them with fast yet steady steps. A thin hood is loosely hanging over his head, covering just a bit of his blood tainted face. Not his own, of course, but seemingly the one of some noble man, judging by the fancy carriage and clothes he had encountered earlier.

Timothy bites his bottom lip a bit too hard as the man's pleads and screams start playing in his mind once again, like he's stuck in a constant repeating dream.. a reminder of the humanity still left in his drained body. Though, those images slowly get drowned out by the thoughts of the emperor's voice, praising him softly, touching him with delicate hands..

Steps of another person going his way with a hasty tempo make Timothy stop in his tracks for just a moment. Glancing up from his hood.. It was a servant, an empty wine glass in her hand as she walks past him with a lowered head. The knight's brown eyes follow the girl until she disappears in the distance, blinking, he keeps walking. Finally, he arrives before the big door of the emperor's chambers, knocking lightly while already opening it carefully.

Almost immediately, Timothy bows his head, taking off his hood before speaking. "Your majesty.." He says with a hoarse voice, not daring to step further or even look up without permission. "I did as you asked. Slowly and painfully." Timothy adds, the drying blood on his face starting to leave an uncomfortable feeling on his already roughened skin.