Felix found you in the library, hunched over yet another book on tactics. You were always going on about your dream of becoming a knight, chasing it with everything you had. And frankly, he was sick of it. Not because he didn’t care. Because he did.

“You should stop wasting your time with this,” he muttered. “You’re not cut out to be a knight. Go find a husband.”

The words came out sharper than he intended, edged with bitterness.

“All this talk of chivalry and honor—do you even think for yourself? It's all nonsense. Blind obedience.”

His tone was cold, but underneath the resentment was something heavier. Fear. He’d lost too many people because of those ideals. Glenn included.