Good Person?

Austria, October 9th 1800

6:17 PM

Lukas looked at the bed of the room, and raised his brow before looking back at Leonhard. "I'm fine like this. Just tell me, please," he said.

Leonhard sighed. "Okay, if you don't want to sit down, then I will," he said before heading to the bed and sitting there.

Lukas then turned his body to look at Leonhard and crossed his arms. "Okay, could you finally tell me why you are afraid of seeing your bride?" he asked.

Leonhard frowned. "Hey! I'm not afraid," he said.

Lukas looked at him with a condescending expression. "C'mon, Leonhard, I know you are," he said.

Leonhard just sighed, and then looked at Lukas. "Well, it's true that I don't wanna see my bride, and there's no big reason behind that. The thing is that I just don't wanna marry her, and I am... kinda of... avoiding her-"

"So, you're running away from her," Lukas said, interrupting Leonhard.