Literature
Suspicions. Siegbert x Reader
“Well?” Siegbert had just ended another short speech, one that only you had attended. As always with these sort of speeches, he turned to you for advice. Usually, you had no problem giving him pointers or praising him. This time, however, you just stared at him silently, a confused expression resting on your face. Understandably, this change in attitude had Siegbert more than a little on edge. “Are you going to say something?”
“I don't know Siegbert, you seemed really nervous the whole time you were talking.” Rising from your seat atop an old, fallen tree trunk, you slowly paced around him. “
