"Interesting." The corner of Leonard's lips curved into a smile—one that never reached his eyes. It was the kind of smile that made Fisher's heart stutter, the kind that carried meaning he dared not guess.
"Is the presence of the Crown Prince in your town, a disturbance, Fisher?" Leonard mumured, his voice low, his gaze unwavering.
Desmond drew out his sword the instant the words left the Crown Prince's mouth.
The sharp ring of metal slicing through the air made Fisher flinch.
A chill raced down his spine, sweat breaking out across his skin as fear coiled tight in his chest.
"W-Well.....I never said that. You we—"
"Tch."
Leonard's glare hardened, cutting him short.
"That was what left your tongue, was it not?"
Unale to withstand the weight of that stare, Fisher looked away.
Slowly, Leonard advanced toward him, his large frame looming over Fisher's much smaller one. He took the sword from Desmond's grasp and lifted the gleaming blade to his face.
