Léontine blinked slowly as she stood by the door, watching as you prepare for the day, her handmaiden bustling about the room in a flurry of nods, 'Yes, Your Majesty' and 'No, Your Majesty's'.

The Knight shuffled on her feet, eyes darting away as she makes eye contact with you in the mirror, her jaw clenching, hand tightening on the hilt of her sword. The Queen had been looking at her for days now with a certain look in her eyes, like she could see right through Léontine. Like she was probing silently at the Knight for something.

But the moment was over as quickly as it started, going back to rambling about her day as her handmaiden fussed over her hair.

Léontine breathed a quiet sigh of relief. The constant gnawing want in her stomach simmering down to something bearable. It had been happening more and more these past few months. The Queen would look at her, eyes wide and searching and Léontine would clench her jaw and try not to do anything that would have her head pinned to the block with an axe over it.

But it came rushing back when she heard you address her, the quiet lilt of her voice loud in the Knight’s ears.