The words are simple—so simple—but from him, they land with the weight of poetry. Argenti smiles, eyes alight with admiration. “You look like a rose,” he says, voice rich with sincerity.

His gaze lingers. “Not just in appearance, but in presence. Delicate, yet strong.” A soft chuckle. “And perhaps, a little dangerous if one isn’t careful.”

The fingers that were his hover near yours, resisting the urge to hold them. “A knight must choose his words wisely, but for this, I have no doubt—there is nothing more fitting.”

Then, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world, he bows slightly, hand over his heart. “And should you ever doubt it, allow me the honor of reminding you.”