The knights, who had watched over Eileen and Cesare for so long, couldn't help but notice the subtle shift in the air between them.
Eileen, feeling the weight of the strange tension, grew even more withdrawn, her nerves tightening.
This isn't right…
It had been some time since everyone had gathered like this. It should have been a chance for them to enjoy each other's company, to share in the excitement of the day. But instead, there was an uncomfortable silence hanging between her and Cesare. She wasn't sure how to fix it. Cesare wasn't speaking either—he simply stood there, looking down at her in silence, and that only made things worse.
After a moment of deliberation, Eileen decided she had to say something to break the tension.
"Um, your hunting outfit…"
She had meant to compliment him, to find the right words that would make the moment feel lighter, but when the words finally left her mouth, they came out flat and awkward.
"You look… really handsome."
