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The Knight The warrior atop his horse was no different than the surface of his armour. The orphan had grown up without warmth, his heart a blizzard, and his world black and white. The crown had bestowed upon him a home in exchange for his might. He was taught to be stoic; taught to be ruthless; taught to be the brick wall that would protect the majestic maiden. The Princess. It was the princess whom he was to shield. But it was also the princess who had shown him the light. The man of armour, a heart as cold as ice, had melted before the hearth. The hearth constructed of every figment of benevolence and kindness exuding from the maiden. Th