Knight and Squire
A day in the life of a knight
The mist had not yet lifted when Kaylen stepped into the courtyard. Dew clung to the stone like memory, and the air held the hush of a world not yet stirred. Somewhere beyond the trees, a bell tolled—soft, distant, as if calling not to prayer but to reckoning.
He had slept, though not deeply. The dream lingered like smoke in his chest, Wulfric’s voice still echoing in the silence between heartbeats. He had tears in
The Knight and Squire
Long ago
The dawn broake through the one glass window set deep within the stone of the keep. The pane, wavering and flawed, did bend the sun into trembling beams, so that the chamber was lit as though by water’s shimmer. The lead that held the glass glinted faintly, and the light fell across the rush-strewn floor in long, uneven bars.
The chamber was warm, for the hearth had kept its vigil through the night. Though the fire was now but ember
In a kingdom cracking under rebellion, one knight and two young squires ride with a single purpose: they fight for the crown. Kaylen leads them through frost‑bitten marches and treacherous courts, while Tomas and Ronan learn the cost of courage long before earning their spurs. As traitors rise and loyalties splinter, the three must stand firm together or watch the realm fall.