"Shouldn't you be resting?"
Florian awkwardly smiled, chuckling as he looked up at Lucius. After much insisting—and no small amount of demanding from Lancelot—the doctor had finally cleared him to leave.
Lancelot had relented, albeit begrudgingly, and escorted Florian down to the dungeon. It was the first time Florian had ever ventured into the underground parts of the Diamond Palace, and the journey there was anything but uneventful. He could feel the eyes of the palace staff on him, their whispers trailing behind him like shadows. But unlike their usual gossiping or judgmental glances, this time, they seemed... curious.
Florian had learned long ago to ignore such scrutiny, but he couldn't deny that a small part of him felt satisfied. His reckless sacrifice had stirred intrigue, and perhaps even respect. 'If this helps my reputation, then so be it,' he thought. But personal victories aside, he had one goal in mind—settling things with Arthur.
