The younger man’s face was pure shock, as murmuring resounded through the crowd, the confirmation that this stranger, outsider, had killed the King. Leander took a moment of saying nothing, looking at the ground, taking in the news. It didn’t appear that this disconcerted him, as his face was slowly drawing into a wide, self-important smile. He lifted his eyes upwards, shaking his head as if he didn’t quite believe it.  