Adjusting the rather large cuffs on his tunic, Leon began to approach the chamber that held the POW. He had been forced to wear a rather pompus-looking set of clothing, including a silken white tunic, with pants to match. The entire outfit was laced togther with long streaches of golden thread. Overall, the outfit was rather tight, tighter than Leon would have wanted, streaching over his chest and arms. As mentioned previously, the cuffs were rather...bold. They were larger than one would suppose, and seemed flat out out of place as a part of the tight tunic. They went past his thumb, and his thumb actually went through a hole punctured in the cuff. The cuff itself ran about half-way down his forearm. To top it all off, Leon was wearing a long white cape, with a golden marking on the back. The marking would have been called a symbol, but it moved, constantly. It was a large, golden flame, starting at the base of the cape, and constantly flickering around, invading the whiteness of the cape.
"This is just silly. I can't possibly be expected to wear this all the time."
Leon sighed, and then nodded to the gaurds outside of the door. He walked dead center to the door, and knocked. A moment later the two gaurds inside opened the door, and walked out, gesturing Leon in. The door was shut behind him. Usually, a gaurd wouldn't leave his king alone with a prisoner, but they knew Leon could fend for himself, and if they tried to help, they would just get in the way.
From there, Leon would wait for Lancer to wake up, though the knocking probably had stirred him awake.