[IRP] A Fall From Grace: The Escape from Laus

[Victor]

Roland blushed and hustled away as Cecily changed her clothing. He shook internally at the thought of ever seeing any part of her exposed body. That would truly be a vile act. Defilement of the worst kind. Even in the simplest of rags, she was a sight to behold

When she spoke her intentions, he piped up, taking a second to compose himself.

"My lady, I am a knight with no master. It shames me to come before you as such." He stooped on one knee, unsheathing his sword, and presenting it to Cecily. Such a flower should not go unguarded. It was not proper.

"Lady Cecily Laus," Roland stated, determined. "My sword is yours. From this day forward, let my will be your own." He bowed his head and offered up his suppliant hands.