I froze in my seat at the mention of that name. My heart thudded in my chest as I tried to remain still while keeping my expression neutral, trying not to let anyone see that the name meant something to me, that the very person they assume was the leader of the rebellion was in this room, with them, the black knight.
"The black knight?" Marina asked with a snort, "The name seems a little bit more dramatic, no?"
My breathing stayed even as my fingers held onto my dress beneath the tablecloth. It would be unwise for me to respond at this moment and in this setting. But gods, the irony of it all. All the guests at this meeting were unaware that their target now sat among them. The Black Knight.
