“Yes,” the fifth seat replies, thoughtfully sweeping a lock of strawberry blond hair over his cheek. “The ward of House Fortemps. I am aware.”
From his cheek, his hand moves to his ear, where he adjusts his scarlet ear clasps. The Elezen knight seems to glance over Felih briefly, but nothing like appraisal reflects in his eyes, and after a moment, he looks out toward Ishgard.
“I would have you know that I have never been bested,” Adelphel replies calmly, a glint of mischief gleaming in his uncommonly lovely aquamarine eyes. “And that I take my vows of celibacy and loyalty to the Holy See quite seriously. The only bed I have had the pleasure of sharing is that of my brother-in-arms, Ser Janlenoux — naturally, he is neither fair nor a maid.”
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From his cheek, his hand moves to his ear, where he adjusts his scarlet ear clasps. The Elezen knight seems to glance over Felih briefly, but nothing like appraisal reflects in his eyes, and after a moment, he looks out toward Ishgard.
“I would have you know that I have never been bested,” Adelphel replies calmly, a glint of mischief gleaming in his uncommonly lovely aquamarine eyes. “And that I take my vows of celibacy and loyalty to the Holy See quite seriously. The only bed I have had the pleasure of sharing is that of my brother-in-arms, Ser Janlenoux — naturally, he is neither fair nor a maid.”