The Day Loyalty Took Shape
Then came the sound of boots striking the floor in unison.
Black, Ronan, and Johny knelt as one—fists across their hearts, eyes closed, their posture speaking of unwavering devotion.
"My Lord," they declared together, voices like thunder. "Even if walking beside you mean doom… then let us be doomed. But do not abandon us. Because we will never abandon you."
"You are our Lord, and always will be!"
For a heartbeat, Leon couldn't breathe. Their voices didn't just echo in the hall—they echoed in his soul. In that moment, he didn't hear loyalty. He felt it. Deep, unshakable, fierce.
His wives stood behind him, stunned into stillness. They had always heard of Leon's renown—those whispers of his name carried more weight than even the King's in certain corners of the kingdom. But this… this display, this unity born of love, not fear… it was something else entirely.
