‍ ‍𝖘𝐞𝐫 𝖉𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐧.

i will not be sweet. i will not be gentle. i will not be kind. i will not mend your heart. i will not bind your ties. i will be ruthless, i will be raw, i will be unstoppable, i will give you no mercy.

𝒉e didn't need his own squire to point out the other, fumbling about like he's never been a squire himself. a hint of a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth though he chooses not to embarrass him.

trouble her 𝓷ot, his company is very appreciated.

quiet morrow, so she's been on a small walk with nature.

𓆱 A͜͡𝘯𝘺 ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀𝓚𝐧𝐢𝓰𝐡𝐭⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⸂𝖈𝖆𝖓 ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀𝓶𝘢𝘬𝘦⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ 𝓪 ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ˗ˏ𝓚͟𝐧͟𝐢͟𝓰͟𝐡͟𝐭͟

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀𝒕he aches have since passed. easing into his sparring gear to begin training for the tourney ahead of them. ⠀⠀

ﾠ “is this your first tourney, Ser .ᐣ” eyes rise to meet his face, the treating of the helmet finished.