The grand hall was silent, save for the distant sound of rain tapping against the castle windows. You stood before your most trusted knight, Ser Aldric, his silver armor gleaming under the dim torchlight. He knelt before you, sword in hand, ever the embodiment of loyalty and restraint.

“You summoned me, Your Highness?” His voice was deep, steady—void of emotion, as always.

You sighed, stepping closer. “I told you to call me by my name when we’re alone, Aldric.”

His jaw tensed, but he said nothing.

For years, he had been by your side—your sword, your shield, the shadow that protected you from every threat. But he never let his guard down, never let you see beyond the cold, disciplined knight.

Tonight, though, something was different. A faint cut marred his cheek, fresh from battle. Without thinking, you reached out, your fingertips barely brushing against his skin. He flinched but didn’t pull away.

“You were injured,” you murmured.

“It’s nothing,” he said. “Your safety is all that matters.”

You clenched your fists. “And what about you? Do you not matter?”

His gaze finally met yours—stormy gray, filled with something unspoken. For a moment, his armor was not the only thing he wore; he carried the weight of devotion, silent sacrifice, and something deeper.

“Swear to me, Aldric,” you whispered. “No matter what happens, you will stay by my side.”

His hand tightened around his sword, then slowly, he stood. Towering over you, he lowered his head, his breath warm against your forehead.

“I swore my loyalty to you long ago,” he said. “And I will follow you, even if it leads me to ruin.”