As he always did, Flynn’s hand lingered in front of the door, fist raised to knock. As always, the familiar feeling of horror and confusion struck him.
He had finally been convinced of Alexei’s… Not innocence. Redemption? Restoration? He couldn’t say. But he had never expected it to end up like this.
He never figured that he would be living in the palace, training his successor in ways that average knight training could never provide.
He was continually surprised. Alexei understood him; he knew exactly what the stress of leading was. The kind of damage it can do to a man. Having someone there to help him handle it put the Commandant more at peace than should have been possible.
But that feeling still wouldn’t go away. He didn’t have a name for it, but he knew it when he felt it.
Flynn sighed. There wasn’t much he could do about it now. This was what he had decided. And it was helping. Whether he could shake the sinking feeling or not.
His gloved fist gently met the doorframe, thrice. As always.