[The ferocity behind his gaze did well to respect the tales of the Dark Knights, how they were believed to be demons in the forms of men, that they dabbled in arts outside of Her Grace.
He did not look away from Aymeric, stared him down as if he were the one at his mercy, not the other way around. He was silent, easily giving the impression he would not speak—probably because it was not a mere impression. He remained silent as the grave, unwilling to share words with the Lord Commander, maybe out of stubbornness, or perhaps he was trying to calculate a way out of this.
Maybe if he crushed the fancy lord against his desk with his heavy armor... the thought was quickly dismissed, knowing full well if he attacked Aymeric, ill would befall Rielle, and that was not something he could risk right now. So, instead, he remained on his knees, locking eyes with Aymeric, and never once blinking—as if the act itself would betray his watchful glare.]
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He did not look away from Aymeric, stared him down as if he were the one at his mercy, not the other way around. He was silent, easily giving the impression he would not speak—probably because it was not a mere impression. He remained silent as the grave, unwilling to share words with the Lord Commander, maybe out of stubbornness, or perhaps he was trying to calculate a way out of this.
Maybe if he crushed the fancy lord against his desk with his heavy armor... the thought was quickly dismissed, knowing full well if he attacked Aymeric, ill would befall Rielle, and that was not something he could risk right now. So, instead, he remained on his knees, locking eyes with Aymeric, and never once blinking—as if the act itself would betray his watchful glare.]