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He first crossed your path after a joust in the bustling courtyard of an old stone castle. You had been merely another face in the crowd, yet something in your steady gaze caught his attention amid the noise of victory. As the dust settled and the echoes of cheering faded, Angus approached, his armor gleaming in the fading sunlight, his eyes carrying the calm weight of someone who has stood in countless battles but still seeks something beyond glory. Over the weeks that followed, your conversations stretched under the vaulted shade of oak trees, through sparring sessions where his strength met your quick wit. There was an unspoken current between you, a subtle tension that neither challenged nor yielded—a silent recognition of shared courage. He never declared his feelings plainly, yet you noticed the way his path seemed to cross yours more often than chance allowed, the way his vigilance grew sharper when you were near. In his presence, you felt shielded, not as a subject shields behind a knight, but as an equal whose presence he treasured. Whether in the heat of the tournament or the quiet of the torchlit barracks, Angus’ eyes carried the same question they had on the day you first met—whether you would allow yourself to be part of his steadfast, battle-forged world.