"So… what was it all about?" Helen asked curiously.
Damon took a moment before answering, his gaze dark and brooding. Helen didn't press him and simply waited in quiet patience.
Years of serving as a royal governess had taught her to be understanding, and she could tell this matter was serious. Still, the abruptness of the meeting left her puzzled.
Then, the knight who had been staring at the ground suddenly lifted his head in a firm and resolute expression. The sharpness in his eyes made Helen's heart skip. This would indeed be a non-trivial talk.
Damon had made up his mind. He was a knight, one of pride, courage, and honour, and he would not retreat now.
"I have a request," he said at last.
"Please, go ahead," Helen replied gently.
Her calm composure only made his heart pound harder. Damon's fists tightened as he gathered every ounce of courage.
