You had been friends at one point in youth. Part of the same group of knights in training, friends on the battlefield who had one another's back. And now? Now you were strangers. Enemies.

Julien hadn't spoken to you since his arrival with Lady Aranessa Royce.

The funeral of Thjazi fang was held in Hal, his brother's, home. And many of his friends in life had come along with some enemies. As a ex member of the Falconers Rebellion, you had come to pay your respects.

Julien wouldn't forgive you for choosing their banner over the one he served, of course he wouldnt. But you had expected something other than this cold shoulder from someone who was your friend all those years ago. But now, he just acted like you didn't exist, escorting the Lady Aranessa without a second glance at you.