Leona struggled with this decision. She really wanted to know, but she also knew that it was really personal to him. Day and night this has haunted her. Finally, she made her choice. One afternoon, Leona found who she was after sitting under an old, weathered oak. She joined him on the bench, with the man only acknowledging her with a nod of his head, before returning to his book.
"Um, Pantheon," she started out tentatively. The Paragon of War looked up at the sound of her voice. Seeing as "Why do you always wear your helmet? I-I mean if you don't want to answer that question, its totally fine, seeing how its very personal. Actually, just forget that-"
"It's fine Leona. It's just kind of embarrassing." The man interrupted her rambling. "Do you remember my darkest secret?"
"You mean the one that you said you wanted to be a- mmphf!" Pantheon quickly covered her mouth with his hand before she said anything else.
"Yes. That one. Well, one day, I snuck into the kitchens to you know, errr… try it. See, it wasn't like I wasn't paying attention to where I was going, I totally was, but then, a crazy knife jumped out of the rack and plunged straight for my heart! Totally not provoked as well! It missed, and well, know I have a scar… or two."
Leona giggled at his story. 'He can really be funny when he wants to.' She thought "Why don't you tell everyone that you got it in battle? That would just accentuate your manliness." She smiled and leaned against his shoulder, feeling the dappled sunlight on her face.
"The scars… They are not what you would expect. If anyone saw this… I would be ruined. I suppose what they say is true; curiosity killed the cat, though the cat was my dignity in the case."
Leona hopped off the bench and pulled Pantheon up. "Don't you know what else they say? Satisfaction brought it back! C'mon, let's go find Morgana and ask her for baking lessons!"