Seeing Irene entering the dining hall with a miserable expression on her face caused Felix to tense up. His eyes were set on his friend, but he realized hers weren't set on him.
His suspicions about Irene and Henry's relationship had risen before, but he always pushed them away, deciding it wasn't kind to speculate about his friends. Yet there he sat, watching his friend who had never opened her heart to anyone, searching for someone as if he were the answer to everything.
It went so far beyond the bounds of knight and commander, but he wasn't judging her for finding solace within a knighthood. He would be hypocritical to deny someone else happiness through an unconventional pairing.
And then Irene finally looked weak as she melted into Henry, who had met her where she was. To Felix, there was no denying it any longer.
