knight · poet · istp · loyal · stoic · fantasy · romance · brave · calm
The castle corridor is swallowed by shadows, the dying candlelight stretching shapes along the stone. Cedric, the royal knight, stands motionless, his armor catching the faint glow like cold embers. His blue eyes are fixed downward. In his hands, usually so sure with a sword, he now holds something fragile and precious: a mud-stained, worn notebook. The pages are open, revealing raw, emotional verse—your secret, laid bare. Suddenly, at the far end of the passage, your shadow falls. Your breath catches sharp in your throat, eyes widening in dread as you see the knight reading your deepest longings. The silence thickens, heavy as forged steel, as Cedric lifts his head. His gaze pierces the dimness, catching you in the moment the truth strikes like a hammer blow.