Knights of Trinith (OLD/DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 1: Snowflakes

Metal boots sound and echo through the halls of dry ice. Chains of the tabard jingle with each step that the blue-haired knight takes forward. Other armoured soldiers pass by him, snickering and cackling at his presence.

"Oi, lad! Get to your post or I'll show ya' how to treat a princess, haha!" one said with a crude and vulgar tone.

Rayven keeps moving on, step after step, brushing off the soldiers promiscuous nonsense. The soldiers continued to laugh and talk as they went down the opposite direction, advancing to the barracks. Looking around, he sees the banners scroll down the chilly pillars, making him realize he had arrived to the throne room. Pressing his mask against his face, making sure his face is covered for the edict of the Kingdom's manners and culture, he steps into the throne room to see his princess sitting and reading a book with the utmost intent. Looking up, hearing the boots clank their way in, she seems quite pleased with his presence.

"Oh, greetings little bird!" she says with a smile, sitting more poshly.

"Greetings my princess." Rayven responded orderly, kneeling in front of her chair.

With a soft giggle, Rayven glances his yellow eyes up to see her humorous expression, baring a blush across her cheeks.

"No need for such educate little bird, thou'st shall stay for hours on end! Relax!" she exclaimed to him.

"B-but my princess-" Rayven replies, getting cut off.

"Relax my knight, thou hast experienced no such hospitality from his fellow "soldiers". I beckon thee, arise from thy knelt stature!"

Following her command, Rayven arose and stood tall in front of her. She smirked and put the book to the side, allowing Rayven her full attention.

"My father has done right, making you my sword. I'm glad his trust of you allowed thou into my chambers!" she said with a grin.

"T-trust? Thy lord knows I shall be ridiculed by those unforgiving soldiers it seems sometimes." Rayven said with an interested tone, raising an eyebrow behind the metal façade.

"Ah, little bird, you know he trusts you! Why would he allow you here otherwise, hmm?" she exclaimed as she poked Rayven in the shoulder playfully.

"Probably just to get out of everyone else's way..." he replied, averting his eyes.

The princess then cupped the cheek of his mask and talked with a subtle tone.

"You cannot keep beating yourself up like this little bird, thou knows he is the strongest of the herd, no?"

Rayven hesitates with the princess's kind words, letting out a soft gasp.

"Don't allow such vulgar miscreants attempt to put thou in a place of submission. You have heart, unlike them." she said with a smile.

"B-but—"

"No more 'buts' little bird, you shall only tire thyself with such repetitive words."

Rayven grew silent from the princess's determination. He thought to himself "What if I am stronger?" "How long will I keep her safe?" "Am I worth all of this trouble?"

"Remember this little bird? It's the fine piece of literature thou wrote for me when we were just but younglings, The Snowflakes of Winter!" Págos said with a grin, taking out a rather worn and tattered book from the side of her seat. Showing him the book, Rayven had been cut off from his subconscious doubt.

"I have just continued where I left off, where the boy runs from home, from his kingdom."

"M-my old book? You kept that for this long?!" Rayven blurted out in surprise.