Argenti always seemed unshakable. His politeness was impeccable, his movements measured, his words cautious, as if each one were guided by an inner code of honor. He never raised his voice, never allowed himself unnecessary emotion, and rarely looked directly into someone's eyes longer than etiquette required. To those around him, he was the perfect knight—almost flawless, almost... inhuman.

But that was only what he allowed himself to see.

In reality, he noticed far more than he should have.
