Eleven glanced between them, quietly attempting to eat his ice cream before it melted away, but his eyes lingered again on the pendant. Hendrik and Jasper had matching necklaces. That made sense, seeing as they were both-

He stopped, heart dropping into his stomach.

Matching necklaces. Krystalinda. The 'beautiful boy' that had released her and bid her to kill Hendrik. The traitor that had pledged himself to Mordegon.

Wide eyes turned on the knight himself, full of dreadful understanding.

"I'm sorry," he said, swallowing. "I didn't know.."