To be fair, I've always known that Sir Finn was wicked smart. As a bright-eyed teenager, he was the one who found me what feels like eons ago in Bianca's shack. He's smart enough not to align with the royal guard's strange bias towards me and empathetic enough to get to know me despite my obvious lack of favor. Despite being the heir to a powerful dukedom and not needing to prove himself, Sir Finn still joined the ranks of the royal guard and gained a name as a handsome knight with words and moves sharper than a dagger.
He's the whole package, literally. And unfortunately.
Now that he stands before me with such an unfamiliar expression, I know what others feel when they see him. Because the person who stands before me is not Finn, the ally I've dreamt of.
But I don't cower or quake. Because like him, I've also been tested in the capital and also come out, mostly, in one piece.
