"What...?" Sangfroid asked with his glassy eyes.
"I said..... In the event that the Hermit did eliminate Vladstin instead of help us.... Do not forfeit your life." Leron said sincerely, looking straight at him. "Find me a cure and I might love you. I will try to love you."
"Do you really mean that, Your Highness?" Sangfroid said in disbelief, then shook his head. "Or..... Or are you only saying that because you pity me?"
"No... No, I mean it, Sangfroid." Leron clasped both of his cheeks and tried to be as believable as he can.
He doesn't want Sangfroid to die. Romantic feelings or not, he couldn't imagine the thought of it.
So he must do everything to stop that from happening. Even to lie.
