Shocked and flabbergasted, the knights were leaving to do their job, while shaken by the weight of being entrusted with so much money.
Standing in the dirt-smelling, enclosed, caged walls where the beggars were treated like livestock, Leon and Seraphine lingered as the cold, stale air pressed against their skin and the faint coppery tang of dried blood clung to every breath.
Their eyes locked in a silence so thick it muffled even the distant clang of climbing the wall, the only sounds their own breathing and the slow echo of footsteps fading away.
The reason—
Seraphine had noticed how he looked quite troubled when ordering the knights, and it even felt as if he was in quite a hurry.
Also seeing him earlier, tightening in his jaw, the way his hands lingered near his waist, fingers flexing as if seeking reassurance.
She had already detected that something was wrong, but it seemed more urgent than she had thought.
