they envy the terrifying loyalty of the knight that stands tall and silent as a shadow, forever by her side.
they all see how his gaze follows his lady - in a manner most unseemly, the bolder member of the court whisper. He looks at her like he wants to worship her. like he wants to devour her.
they are all, secretly, glad that he is hers and hers alone. that deadly gaze, that devotion that cuts all who stray too close, will never be turned in their direction.














