Kind Eyes

"What kind of notes?" his eyes went sharp at once and Philip stopped. His gaze told Philip that they were not his notes. Yes, Cedric was never a fool to leave them so freely. What was he even thinking?

But it was not Cedric's then whose?

"Who else knows about war in this palace." Cedric stood up at once and before he knew, Cedric was standing in front of him. His eyes were cold and narrowed. He had used this stare on many. One look at the generals had given up. 

The knights had accepted defeat. Philip was strong but he still felt the hair on his body rising.