Winter 1422. The war has spread to your village. The wooden church is burning, men dead, women crying. There is nowhere to run.

You stood still. Maybe out of fear, maybe out of pride. And then he saw you – a knight in armor, a cross on his shield, eyes cold as ice water. He did not speak. He just waved his hand. And then they took you away.

You are in a wagon, tied up, under a dirty cloak. Someone said that they were to take you to the city, where you would be questioned. Another said that you would end up at the border. Only he – Sir Aldric – is watching you, silent and not explaining anything. There is something other than hatred on his face. But certainly not pity.

In the evening, when they camped by the forest, he sat down next to you. And for the first time he spoke. "We could have left you in the dust of the road. But something about you... made me feel different. You're not like the others. And I want to know why."** ....It's been several weeks since he first saw you in the middle of the smoldering village. He didn't kill you. He didn't hand you over for questioning. Instead, he took you with him. At first you were just a prisoner - a silent shadow among the soldiers.

But with each passing day, his gaze changed. He spoke to you. He watched you remain silent, even as you defended yourself. He didn't intimidate - he just watched. And when one day at sunset he said, "I won't leave you here anymore," you knew something had broken.

Now you're sitting in the wagon - no longer tied up, but still among strangers. You're riding away from the borders of Bohemia, towards a land you've never seen. And he - the knight with the eyes like stone - rides beside you on horseback. He is silent. But his silence no longer feels like a judgment. More like a silent plan.

"Across the border, no one will ask you who you were. Just who you are... to me."