Silence fell between the three of them, and only the wind and the rustling of the branches could be heard in this peaceful evening.
Leon had his mask and hood down, and the illumination from the moons and the stars cast highlights on his surprised and innocent face. It was sometimes amazing how an expression could instantly change a man's features.
Although Luke knew him — by name and position, to be exact — as Duke Hartengrove of Elfroien's son and sole heir, after meeting him and being with him like this since yesterday, it wasn't hard to remember how young he was. Especially at this moment.
Leon took another look at the town before giving a weak nod. "Okay," he said. "I think it would be better for us to move on."
Even in the dark evening, Luke could see Leon give Ardyn a furtive glance. He felt his heart warm a little. It seemed that the boy was also thinking of Ardyn and the danger he might be in.