Such a thing… Leal had a mind capable of reasoning it out. Intellectually, the logic made sense to him.
But as for understanding the ruthlessness necessary to make that choice, of waiting until the tragedy had struck and not acting before it did—he was certain any attempt to wrap his head around it would only end in more confusion.
Inside that small, pink-themed sitting room, which appeared to be seldom used by anyone judging from the outdated yet pristine quality of the couches and cushions, Princess Hilde's attendant dropped her not-quite-all-there act in favor of a bland persona.
He didn't know exactly at what skill level she was as a spy, but she was certainly good enough to have avoided his early detection. His distraction had nothing to do with that, he was sure.
Still, having a
