"Do you love Skaryn?"
"I-I… Why...."
As if her brain malfunctioned, Kylon found herself unable to say a thing. She was certain at first, ready to denounce such a ridiculous claim without a second thought. Yet she couldn't. Kylon couldn't bring herself to admit a thing. In that single moment, Kylon fell back onto the couch and slunk against the backrest. Her eyes twitched, on the verge of inexplicable tears.
When Kylon's attendants were about to step forward and shout in place of their mistress, Perchet glanced at them and slowly waved his finger side to side. "Kylon… I'm being completely open with you. Do you believe me when I say that?... Kylon?"
"I… I believe you…" she struggled to speak, but she was unsure why.
"Then, can you be open with me? I want to help you."
"I… I-I…"
