Malvolio stomped out of the great hall, away from the lights, the smiles and the music. "My lady… my lady" he cursed under his breath. Anything to push the scene out of his mind; it was quiet wherever he was. It was still in this barely lit corridor with a few torches serving as his only guide.

The head servant took a breath, so much anger and euphoria still rushing through him. Yellow cross gartered stockings lay at his feet in shreds. 'And the whirligig of time brings in its revenges…' Malvolio scowls again.

A small rattling noise makes him look up. Somewhere at the end of this hall was someone other than him. He crept as silently as possible, if it was an enemy this would work best for him. A man sat there in the moonlight, back against the wall and a slightly blank expression on his face.

"Who goes there?" the man asked without looking.

"I should be asking you the same thing." He answered, clearing his throat.

"My name is not important since it is not even worth being spoken anymore." the man shifted his position, only then did Malvolio realize that this person was in shackles. "And also, is it not the inquirer who first mentions his name?"

'Who ever he is, he's no fool' "Malvolio, head servant of lady Olivia…" he paused "or formerly was." the last part came out almost inaudible.

"Out of courtesy, I am Antonio, nothing to my name or to my keep."

"Pray you, what happened?" Malvolio asked, keeping a straight voice 'He is still a prisoner isn't he?'

"My misfortune is not of any importance." He grumbled "Except a stranger stole what is mine."

Malvolio grinned, but this Antonio could not see him from the shadows. "We share almost the same fate, my lady is betrothed to some unworthy wretch from the sea."

Antonio at once looked at him, blue green eyes with a glint of distaste and hysteria.

Malvolio enjoyed this "I think his name was Sebastian." He sneered "A scrawny pathetic excuse for a boy that the gulls did not approach his body left to rot on the shore."

"Shut up you !" Antonio lunged at him, the only thing that did save Malvolio from an untimely death was the chains that held this madman in place.

"You still defend him though he betrayed you?" he sneered a bit more "You're such a fool."

Antonio growled and with one last jerk he yielded and fell to his knees. "And I thought he could love me." He whispered quietly. Inaudible to his tormentor that spurned him. He scoffed and retreated "Leave a man and his sorrows be." He murmured, auburn hair falling over his face. "Gaurds left me here in favor of merriment, so should you."

"I don't see any happiness for me to watch MY lady in another man's arms."

"If the duke should give me freedom I shall wish for death."

Malvolio turned to leave. 'This interests me' he thinks, a smirk on his face.

Antonio relaxes again with a sigh, tears from long before Malvolio arrived already dry.