The knights of Astrantia had taken to their rooms in the lodgings provided by the Earl of Trikala. While the members of the knight order were paired up in rooms and let rest, the leaders of each team along with Reley and Johan sat in front of Lady Kristine.
Their leader, with her hair like the night sky and eyes like its blazing stars, was just as charismatic and beautiful as ever.
Just what thoughts pranced behind those eyes, the knights would never know. But they would certainly be overjoyed when they realize she was thinking of no one else but them.
Or more specifically...
'Whattttttt. Just what transpired? Why are Johan and Karl even more awkward than before?'
Kristine was flustered and angry, and this mix leaking past her 'poker face' and being visible in her eyes and her smile made her more beautiful than ever.
Who would call death ugly whilst facing it? Someone with balls of steel and most of the knights were normal humans.
