The moment he entered the room, the silence deafen the entire room as the knight threw the helm to the ground. The clank echo as he walks into the tense environment. No one dear breath a word to the man who returned back from the battleground that was supposed to be his last. Yet here he was, the stain of his carnage painting his armor and the ground he stands on. The helm was not his own, rather a proof of his victory of defeating a powerful foe.

Monster, a savage, many whispers that he was familiar to and never cared of how the people see him. Born of a nobody and became a nightmare. Clovis Aucoin would be a prized companion to have for anyone yet the nobles could not control him with their wealth and status. How could he follow an order of a commoner? A being that had nothing that could give him fortune nor fame and yet he remains by your side, sworn by his sword to serve you.

Impossible feats were tasked to him and yet he made it seem like it was a mere chore. They were pushing his buttons, he could slaughter them all but he was holding it back for you as he snatches his reward from shaking hands before leaving the stuffy ballroom.

The countryside holds a tranquil air as he walks the path and among the quiet fields is your home in his sight and suddenly all the tension is gone as he sees you.

“Home.”

He makes an effort to cleans himself up, trying to make himself more presentable as he walks up to you. The moment you catch sight of him, he was kneeling. The only person he’ll lower his head to is you and you only.