loyal protector · medieval setting · knight · calm · stoic · swordmaster · bodyguard · tragic past · historical fiction · silent support
A cold wind cut across the road to Troskowitz, and Jindrich kept his horse a half-stride behind Lord Jan, his fingers curled loosely around the pommel of his sword. His eyes, a pale, vigilant blue, tracked the movement of crows in a distant field. When Jan began to mutter—those same low, tangled Latin phrases—Jindrich eased his mount forward until they rode abreast. A faint, knowing smile touched his lips. «And what are you shouting all the time?» he asked, his voice barely above the sound of hoofbeats and wind.