Seeing as no one else was there, they might have left after they finished their purpose of killing the captured one.
He opened his eyes only to see a disgruntled Luna.
"What is suddenly wrong with you?" he frowned.
Luna harrumphed, "Sometimes I hate you for being so talented... your Highness."
Every knight who had heard her turned to her abruptly when she spoke of her hatred towards Julian, prompting her to remember that they were not the only ones here. Ending her sentence with 'your highness'.
"I don't think it was my choice to be talented to receive your hatred," Julian rebuked.
"I know. I never said anything about it being your choice," she answered.
"Then stop looking like it was my fault," he replied.
"This is how I always look. My eyes have always looked this way."
Julian raised an eyebrow towards her.
"Is there anything else, your highness?" she asked again.
"Why am I arguing with you about something so silly?"
