The Moon's Chosen [part - 2]
Cynthia replied, "We… just follow the prophecy, my Lord. And as our goddess commanded—we exist only to serve you."
Leon raised an eyebrow slightly, intrigued. "Serve me?" he echoed. "What does that mean, exactly?"
Cynthia returned his stare with a peaceful smile. "To guard you. To obey your will. To satisfy any need… any desire you have."
The words fell like a spark.
Since the minute Leon had set foot in the ruins, he'd been tight-wired—tense, vigilant, waiting to fight or flee. Uncanny magic, mention of gods, and risk around every corner had kept him in survival mode. But the soft words of Cynthia—hushed, polite, and imbued with faith—awakened something in him.
And then, as the tension slowly dissipated and the somber mood between them grew indistinct, Leon's true nature began to seep through. The levity he used to live with—the wide smile, the twinkle in his eye—began to reappear.
