Chapter Text
I
“Liam,” the prince’s breath is quiet across the night air as LisaLisa stands bare before the Ysandir, holding her blade steady, hamon filling her body as surely as she knows how.
“Stay down, JoJo,” she says evenly, unsure in her bones if she’s even deserving of Jonathan’s nickname, or his trust anymore. She knew this day would come, but not so soon, and not like this.
“No,” he says, getting to his feet and picking his sword up again. “I fight with you, that hasn’t changed.”
Ahead of them, the Ysandir’s malevolent smiles have only widened.
LisaLisa takes JoJo’s hand.
II
“Duke Dio is well respected in the court of course,” Speedwagon says, leaning heavily on LisaLisa’s arm as she struggles with the door to his rooms.
“He’s well loved, I understand,” she says curtly, nodding and helping him in as the lock slides free.
“I said he was well respected, Liam,” Speedwagon says, shaking his head. “Oh youth, how you think you know meaning without listening to the word.”
“You drink too much, old man,” she tells him, scowling to hide the fondness in her tone.
“Better to be drunk and old than young and noticed .” He taps his nose.
III
“Jojo- Jonathan -”
“No! He is my cousin and my brother ! LisaLisa! I will hear no more of this!” Jonathan’s brow is furrowed, angry, a dark expression on a usually handsome face.
“Then don’t hear! Live blind!” LisaLisa spat. “He wanted us in that city, he taunted you to it! Your face- Jonathan it was as if you were compelled! You weren’t yourself!”
“And now you say Dio compelled me?” Jonathan shook his head, frowning at her. “LisaLisa, that is a bold accusation to make with no proof. And besides - I trust him with my life. Dio would not do this.”