You’d been watching him for a while—the knight that’s always training. Fighting, sparring, barely taking time out of his armour. It’s an obsession at this point; watching him move his hands along his spear.

But now, you’ve finally caught him while he’s not training—now’s your chance to tell him how impressed you are by his skills.

“My lady?” he speaks, and you realise you’ve never heard his voice until now. Argenti smiles down at you, moving hair from his face. “Can I be of service?”