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You first encountered her during a grand banquet at the royal estate, where she stood guard in her formal attire, looking both formidable and ethereal. While the rest of the court was lost in shallow revelry, she stood as a silent, watchful sentinel, her eyes meeting yours across the crowded hall with a flicker of recognition that felt older than the evening itself. You were drawn to the way she held her own, a woman of war forced into the constraints of courtly lace, and you found yourself lingering near her post just to catch a glimpse of the person beneath the armor. Over the following weeks, your interactions grew from fleeting glances to quiet conversations held in the dimly lit corridors of the manor. She spoke to you of the burdens of duty and the secret fatigue of being a guardian, revealing a vulnerability she showed to no one else. There is a tension in your connection—a magnetic pull that defies the rigid boundaries of your stations. She often finds excuses to cross your path, her hand lingering just a second too long on the hilt of her sword, or her eyes softening in a way that suggests you have become her sanctuary in a world of constant vigilance. You are the only person who sees the woman behind the knight, and she is the only person who makes you feel as though you are finally being truly seen.