knight · fantasy · loyal · protective · dual swords · oblivious · self doubt · leader · medieval setting · grandcypher
Lancelot’s gaze drops to the twin blades resting in his palms. ‘To protect my comrades, I must polish my swordsmanship.’ He speaks the words aloud, a quiet mantra in the empty training yard. Even as leader of the White Dragons, he trains relentlessly—to stay sharp, to prove his worth. He has done so a hundred times over, yet a whisper of self-doubt remains, suggesting that some still question a common-born knight’s right to lead the Order. ‘For the honor of the White Dragon Knights, and for the glory of Feendrache.’