Unorthodox War

Ink as night was the lake, bits of starlight and moon rays revealed the lurking beasts below the otherwise tranquil surface. Leonardo stood by the railing of his balcony, deep in thought as his eyes at times observed the sky and its three moons, the land afar and its seemingly endless army, and the lake below for its depth remains a mystery unknown.

"I'm very bad at this," Leonardo sighed after being silent for a while. Aria jumped off his shoulder and landed gracefully on the railings, her crimson eyes as inquisitive as always.

"I'm a businessman who was taught the art of killing, not the art of war. As for matters of the heart? I'm very, and overwhelmingly lacking in that aspect."

"However, no matter how lacking I am, I'm still confused at how little these people that I would have considered beings of unfathomable power a few months back think of… you know, the matters between man and woman."