A/N: So, this is just a drabble-ish idea that came to me while I was thinking there aren't nearly enough fics written about the knights and was pondering ideas...
Standard disclaimers apply and all that jazz.
The first time, he saw it in the eyes as the other tried to push past him, finally shouting his distress. Once their eyes met, no questions or doubt lingered.
Protect
So he went against an order from the king.
The next time, they had been separated in the woods while engaging a group of bandits they tracked across several leagues. Once they realized that Prince Arthur was not with them he could read it in every tense line of the others posture, in the subtle quiver of anxiety.
Protect
He let the other go before him, keeping the bandits off their tail.
Again and again he saw it, in the way he watched, the way he followed, the way he acted, but most of all, he felt it. Somehow, he could feel it, like a pulsing whisper in his heart and soul, almost if the others conviction could be felt in the very core of his being. Whenever he was within arms reach of the other, it pulsed, whispered, and sometimes it almost might as well have roared.
Even now, as he faced the newly revealed sorcerer he felt it, stronger than ever, in every fiber of his being.
Protect Protect Protect
He knew Arthur had nothing to fear from his manservant, so Sir Leon lowered his sword.