Time was frozen for a few moments as Leonor stared down at Desmond who felt vulnerable from where he sat on the floor, halfway in Leonor's room while his long legs remained in the hallway.
Desmond got to his feet easily and Leonor started backing away.
She was confident before but seeing him in front of her for the first time since her realization about him, he was so much harder to face than usual.
Unlike usual, the clothing he wore was pristine and militaristic. His coat was a deep green with golden stripes down the shoulders ending in ornamental epaulettes that swayed with each movement. He even wore medals she didn't normally see him wear.
Overall, he was breathtaking, but his head was disappointingly hidden with a hood attached to a fur cloak covering one of his shoulders. He looked regal even though it likely wasn't his formalwear.
