The room was silent, save for the soft, rhythmic breathing of the man lying on the bed.
Sir Juno.
Once hailed as the proud knight of Sturgon, a man both feared and respected, now reduced to this—motionless, broken, and surrounded by uncertainty. His normally sharp expression was dulled in his sleep, a faint line of pain etched across his features even in unconsciousness.
Sitting quietly beside the bed were two figures—Daniel and his younger sister, Elaine. They both wore somber expressions, and neither had spoken for a while. The sun filtering through the curtains cast a pale light across the room, but even that felt duller than usual.
"There's no way..." Daniel finally whispered, his hands clenched tightly on his lap. "There's no way Sir Juno would betray us... betray Sturgon. I don't believe it."
Elaine, sitting with her knees pulled to her chest, gave a small nod. "He always protected us. Always. He was more like a father than..." Her voice trailed off, hesitant.
