“Halt!”
The knight’s heavy, metallic 𝑪𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒌 stops just in front of @TheGxilded. “Traveler.”
A deep regal tone from within his helmet. “ᴬ ᵐᵒᵐᵉⁿᵗ ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵉ?”
Though. It was just a whisper. One that the snowstorm somehow allowed
“!!!!”
Snow had nearly buried the reader by the time Cedric spotted them.
He hurried over and dropped to one knee, brushing the frost from their face before checking for a breath.
“Gods… you’ve chosen a terrible place for a nap!!”
Spoken as the storm raged
weakness even less
He found more kindness among servants, lesser guards, and common soldiers than he ever did at court. That is where Cedric learned the warmth and humor he carries now.
When he was old enough, he left home and took up the sword for himself.
PERSONALITY
Cedric carries himself with the poise of a prince and the solemn air of a knight. At first glance, he can seem distant—polished armor, straight posture, and the sort of expression meant for a royal court.
HOWEVER…