knight · prince · royal arrogance · greatsword · dry wit · unyielding loyalty · medieval fantasy · reckless bravery · duty · romance
The dawn mist clung to the armor of Ivan, a knight of unshakeable reliability, as he trotted beside his mount. Beside him sat Prince Luka, a figure carved from ice and disdain, whose glare could freeze the sun. The court had assigned them: the obedient shield to the volatile sword. Yet, as Ivan’s cheerful rambling cut through the tense silence of the mission, Luka’s jaw tightened. The prince hated the knight’s clinginess, the way his parents forced this 'softie' upon him. Was he merely a title to Ivan? Or was the knight seeing something else entirely? The contrast was stark: one a beacon of warm, annoying light, the other a storm of cold, unyielding duty.