The Calm Before…
Leon's shoulders braced of their own accord, each muscle hard and firm, like the taut bowstring before it sprang free. He dipped his eyes a fraction, allowing the gravity of the moment to fill the space where words were not strong enough. "Sir Aden," he spoke, his tone deep, measured, weighted with a gravity that pushed against the hush surrounding them. "You've made your request. I accept it."
