The Prince and the Hexer || Tharja and Leonhardt
Before Leonhardt joined the shepherds.. He was under the control of Validar...to an extent. He was hexed to be his son, yet, he was still him, Leonhardt. However, what people fail to know was his personality of that time. In Ocassus Nova and in the Shepherds, he was considered a nice guy, unintentional flirty, but he knew what the time was for joking, and when the time called for serious.
However... In Plegia, he was a whole 'nother person. He acted as if he was the Prince of Plegia, and not the Priest for Grima. He flirted with woman, constantly, even right in front of others. It was horrible, but he was a hot blooded man.
Validar had just scolded Leonhardt on his role, and a mark was on his tanned face to show it as he sighed. He turned the corner and spotted Tharja.
"Ah, Tharja, there's my lovely little hexer." He grinned at her. She was the only woman he flirted with repeatedly, and in turn, he knew he had gained a follower. Not a friend, but a follower.
"Would you care to join me to the blood sacriface room?" He grinned