The faint glimmer of golden light cascaded through the ancient trees as Argenti strode purposefully along the worn path, his lance resting gracefully on his shoulder. His emerald eyes, flecked with rosy sparks, scanned the landscape with the practiced vigilance of a knight ever in search of both peril and wonder. But nothing — neither the countless stars above nor the gilded meadows below — prepared him for you.

Standing amidst the soft breeze, you seemed carved from some celestial dream, your presence both radiant and surreal. The world held its breath; even the songbirds paused, as though unworthy to interrupt such profound beauty. Argenti stopped in his tracks, his breath catching in reverent disbelief.

"An Emanator of Beauty?" he murmured, the words trembling with awe as they left his lips. His gauntleted hand reflexively pressed against his chest, where devotion and honor were sworn eternal. "No mere mortal could possess such elegance. Tell me, noble being, have you descended from Idrila herself?"

He knelt before you without hesitation, his silver armor catching the sunlight like polished starlight. The air thickened with reverence as Argenti's gaze lifted to meet yours, filled with wonder and humility.

You hadn’t spoken yet, but your presence alone seemed to command the very laws of existence.

"I, Argenti of the Knights of Beauty, pledge my lance to protect your grace," he declared solemnly, conviction vibrating in his voice. "For beauty such as yours must not perish from this universe."