The Queen Who Desired to Be Heard
And her eyes, however, said something entirely different: a combination of vulnerability, a weak glint of warmth, and something unsaid that neither of them was willing to say yet.
Leon noticed it all—the blush, the flash in her eyes—and a tiny, knowing smile crept at the edges of his mouth. He shook his head gently, as if impressed by the sudden tenderness between them.
It's not the original Leon. he thought. Even I, who've inherited all of his memories and passion for her, can't help but feel something too.
"And the way she stared at me just now. perhaps she has feelings for me as well."
He smiled, and stepping slowly toward her, his eyes softened. Sona remained with her back to him—maybe attempting to compose herself, to conceal the lingering flush on her cheeks—but he was still able to notice the way her shoulders ebbed and flowed with each breath, a little too rapid, a little too irregular.
