Open the Cell [Part-2]
There he stood, just short of Leon, head tipping low in a long bow.
"Sire. I am the Warden of Nagareth's central prison. I was told you requested access to this cell."
For a moment, Leon watched. Built solid, like stone. Shoulders pulled in, ready. Not someone who gives way when pushed.
Good.
"Open the door," Leon said.
One beat passed before he moved. Not because he refused orders, yet worry pressed harder than duty. A twitch ran through his hand, fingers curling slow, joints turning pale under skin.
"Sire… I must warn you. These three are - "
Something about Leon's stare stopped thoughts before they could form. Not angry - just empty of patience for reasons. Half-spoken explanations faded, useless under that quiet weight. The air between them held nothing but silence doing its work.
A quiet breath slipped out through his nostrils, steady despite the tension. The muscles along his jaw locked tight.
"Understood."
