It was never difficult for her to swear her loyalty to anyone. The criterion to call oneself a proper knight was twofold: to serve and protect, and to do so with the utmost dedication and honor. Knights served selflessly, performing their tasks without
thanks or necessary recognition. It was their duty, that was all.
Winter had worked alongside her brethren knights faithfully as part of the kingdom's defenses for many years. As one of the few female knights, she was proud of her role and never faltered in the line of duty. Every move, every word, every aspect
of conduct, was always handled by the woman with extreme professionalism and chivalry. She did as the elder knights told and followed their commands to the letter.
Heralded as the "ice maiden in white armor," Winter's reputation and successes led her superiors to send her out on numerous elite assignments: escorting royal travels, guarding diplomats, and the like. High profile missions were nothing
she couldn't handle, although she knew she was often assigned not for her skills, but more for her image. Whatever suited her elders, she supposed.
Winter had a personal policy to never let her emotions get in the way of her duties. She swore to stand valiantly in the name of her kingdom and she swore she would leave her emotions out of it. No matter
how ignorant, obnoxious, or selfish her subjects of protection would be, she vowed to see her duty to the end. This mantra of hers had gotten her through many an ordeal without a hitch. The white-haired woman was very much content with
satisfying the outer image of a cold, stoic, but graceful exterior. That was, until her latest assignment.
At the beginning, she treated this person like any other subject. They were in need of her help, and she was here to provide it. She would follow them around like a shadow in broad daylight. Although her presence was very much seen by members
of the public, she followed as silently as she could in a full suit of metal armor. As a knight, one was only supposed to interfere when necessary, or when their master requested. No comments or idle conversation was to be made with the
subject. That much would have continued to be the case until her current master made a consistent effort to try to crack her chilly disposition.
Slowly but surely, he was able to draw her out of her quiet shell, bit by bit. Although she was quite aware of his quirky character and the mischievous behaviour that often got him into trouble, her respect for him never once waned. If
anything, her admiration grew as she watched him. Her master was charismatic in his dealings with the people, but his handlings of work were effective all the same. He could be stern when needed, but also had an overwhelming kindness in him. What's more,
was his odd fascination with
her, of all people. Not once has anyone showed a personal interest in the tame and unemotional armored maiden, let alone interact with her beyond a professional level.
The reason behind her personal policy that Winter hadn't admitted to herself, was that she didn't want to become emotionally attached to the people she helped. She was a knight and nothing more. After her duties were done, she would
leave and never see them again. No one would have a reason to associate themselves further with a knight. So she told herself over and over again that it was best to remain impartial in spite of her loyalty.
Yet, this was the first time she had failed. But for good reason, she would add. With every passing day Winter spent with this man, she told herself that she could protect him for the rest of her life and that she would be more than satisfied with following him anywhere
as she has always done.
But their time together was limited.
And she vowed that he would never know how she felt.