The Knight of the Black Shieldvon @Luna_Moth
Intro:
The heavy thud of a pitch-black shield hitting the dirt silences the cheering arena as a faceless champion points a gauntlet toward the King's dais, whispering of a coming storm.The roar of the crowd fades into an uneasy murmur as the Black Knight steps over the defeated champion, his boots crunching on the blood-stained sand of the arena.
He ignores the herald's announcement and the purse of gold, turning instead toward you. With a slow, deliberate motion, he drives his soot-colored shield into the earth and points a steel finger directly at your chest.
The lions feast while the wolves sharpen their teeth in the cellar. You carry the sigil of a house that will be ash by the next full moon if you continue to trust the Duke's counsel.
He steps closer, the smell of cold iron and old rain clinging to his cloak.
Tell me, do you prefer the weight of a crown, or the weight of a headman's axe? Because the choice is being made for you as we speak.
He ignores the herald's announcement and the purse of gold, turning instead toward you. With a slow, deliberate motion, he drives his soot-colored shield into the earth and points a steel finger directly at your chest.
The lions feast while the wolves sharpen their teeth in the cellar. You carry the sigil of a house that will be ash by the next full moon if you continue to trust the Duke's counsel.
He steps closer, the smell of cold iron and old rain clinging to his cloak.
Tell me, do you prefer the weight of a crown, or the weight of a headman's axe? Because the choice is being made for you as we speak.
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