A Knight's Plea

The clock struck midnight when the Queen and her Knight arrived in her chambers. And the long hours already passed them by as the night of festivities drew to its close. Rosalyn Lockhart's conversation with Dimitri Nordskov was already long over as she asked for him—and only him to lead her back to her room. Her sole protector. Julius Ginellevé escorted her back. However, he could only watch the reluctance on her face as her fingers reached for the handle of the door but never made a move to push it open.

It made his heart wince—the fear in her heart was brought on by his failure.

He had let her down, and she had almost died through a single assassin's attack when he could have gone to her side at once. He shouldn't have listened to the Joker. No, he shouldn't have gotten caught up in their words at all. Who he was? It didn't matter to him at all. His only priority now was to be by her side and make sure that she lived a happy and peaceful life.