Okay, what about a knight whose oath is magically etched across their skin. Tattooed across their chest, spiraling around their limbs.
A knight whose oath glows gently when they kneel at their liege's feet, repeat the words whilst light peaks through the seams of their armor.
Marks that fade with time, unless renewed by a voice, by a vow, by a gentle touch.
A Knight who hasn’t seen their oathlight in years, but who presses their own hand to their chest and repeats their vow each morning. A knight that hopes the words might stir even a flicker of light even though their liege is so far away.
















