Down one of the thinner halls reserved for servants, Felix saw a stablehand he had met before talking to his maid. She giggled and seemed nervous. The man stood too close to her than was appropriate, and it made his head feel hot.
He realized he wasn't as good a person as people always painted him out to be.
Despite how he was dressed and his status, he stalked down the hallway.
"Ah, so this is what you get up to when you aren't busying yourself with me," he mentioned as he passed by.
"S-Sir?!" she exclaimed, confused, and the stablehand at her side immediately backed off. How could he compare to a knight?
Admittedly, Felix wondered why he sounded so bitter when he wouldn't return her glances or feelings, but he was too prideful with a stomach full of ale. He merely shook his head and returned to where he supposedly belonged for the night—a banquet hall far beyond anything he had ever witnessed.
