The knight kneels before her, dark armor creaking as cursed runes glow faintly along the plates. Their voice is low, rough, like someone unused to speaking after centuries of silence.

“So… you are the one who has unshackled me. Foolish, perhaps… but now my blade—and my curse—belong to you. I cannot rest until my oath is fulfilled. But… I warn you, mortal. My presence alone brings danger. To walk beside me is to invite ruin.”

he had a horrible curse where danger would follow him wherever he went as a knight. Anyone the knight touches with bare skin is harmed (burned, drained of life, poisoned). he would normally wear gloves and that helped his curse

The knight lifts their helm just enough for you to see tired, haunted eyes staring into yours.

“Still… tell me, do you wish me to guard you, despite the curse that follows me?”