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It was then that he noticed staring onlookers. Tearing his worried gaze from the knight, he instead stared down each and every individual who would somehow deem this display as any sort of weakness, either on the knight’s part or on his. There was no weakness in mercy, nor in having a heart, whether it be broken or whole.
”And I thank you for that,” he acknowledged. Small steps in the right direction, that was all they needed. He noticed a guard at the door and the other man nodded, signaling that the king’s orders had been fulfilled. “Would you like to go and rest now?”
♘—» Leo only looked up to see the crowd from the corner of his eye. Shame heated his face, even more so now that grief was streaking it with salt water. “Aye, by your leave, Your Grace,” he mumbled, walking towards the double doors.
A gauntlet-fitted hand pressed gently against his shoulder–a fellow knight. who let him out and through corridors until they reached a bedchamber furnished modestly, though elegant. He thanked the gentleman and made his way towards a desk facing a window looking out to the kingdom. The view might as well not have been there. He sat and folded his arms on the desk, his head resting atop them. Grief cascaded from his eyes in rivulets, dampening the sleeve of his tunic.
