Leonard stepped away from Dydra's side, his movements deliberate as he made his way toward the chamber she had been staying in. There was a quiet tension in the air, something unspoken pressing down on them both. Dydra followed closely behind, her steps hesitant, her eyes flickering now and then as though she feared something might appear if she looked away for too long.
When they reached the door, Leonard did not hesitate. He pushed it open slowly, the wood creaking under the pressure. His gaze lifted at once toward the window.
He paused.
A frown formed on his face, faint at first, then deepening as his eyes scanned the empty space beyond the glass.
"There is no one there, little fox," he said, his voice calm but edged with certainty.
Dydra stilled.
Confusion washed over her features as she stepped past him, her breath catching in her throat. She looked through the window—
—and her heart nearly stopped.
The knight was still there.
