Leon would not have gotten injured in the first place had he and his father not ordered him to go keep and eye on Cenred’s men. Everyone in Leon’s group had not returned and Arthur had been in a worry the days before Leon finally showed up, a little banged up but alive and with a story unlike any he’d heard before except in legends. The cup of life. The cup and the druids had saved his loyal knight.
It was after his father ordered the search for the cup did Arthur take Leon aside and guide him toward his own chambers and shut the doors behind them. He would go on the hunt tomorrow, though Arthur was questioning even more if perhaps magic was not as evil as his father made it seem, not if it was able to bring Leon back from the brink of death.
“You should rest,” Arthur said as he pointed a finger to his own bed. “I know you’re stubborn and won’t want to, but can you please do what I say? I’ll make sure no one bothers you. And I’ll have some food brought for you too. When was the last time you’ve eaten?” He wanted to hug Leon, to pull him close and never let him go, but that wasn’t Arthur and he was still so uncertain about everting between them. He would not push it by making things more complicated than they already were.
@licnheart ; plotted starter
