What had happened?
Stephano wasn't particularly sure himself.
The monarch stared into the slowly growing fire and gently swirled the wine around in his glass as he became contemplative.
He couldn't get the strange things Quinn had been saying out of his head. He called himself a bad friend a couple of days before. Then he considered himself too far gone.
"I would have to understand what Quinn is thinking to tell you just what happened when we were sparring," Stephano admitted. "All I know is my perspective. I can give you that much."
His golden hazel eyes broke away from the fire and he took a sip of the wine he had been aerating nervously.
"By all means," Leonor responded, unable to help her curiosity.
