[ Snow fell in silent drifts, the world seeming to move slower than usual in the tranquil environment. ]

[ Sat in silence under a tree, with their head bowed, and arms crossed over their chest, the knight rested. Thoughts nagged them- They could be training, finding some way to please the king, yet here they were, snow layering the top of their helmet in a cold blanket. ]

[ A small, almost imperceptible shift, knocking some snow from their pauldrons. Rest was important, they reminded themself. If they worked themself to death, they wouldn't be able to train. ]