Ezra
That night, after we had returned to our private chambers and washed away all the tension from the meeting with the Aethelgard council, I couldn't hold back my questions any longer.
As soon as we stepped out of the bath, I walked over to where Allen was standing, my brow furrowed deeply.
"Allen," I began, my voice laced with hesitant confusion. "Why did you issue a public duel? Surely there could have been other ways of presenting our case."
Allen didn't say anything. Instead he reached out, taking my hand, and gently led me over to the bed. He pulled me down so I was sitting comfortably on his lap, my legs wrapped comfortably around his waist as if to prevent me from running away, before wrapping his arms around my back.
