The Knight’s Vow

Beneath a starlit sky in a meadow woven with wildflowers, time seems to hush. The armored knight, silent and still as stone, kneels before the girl with hair like fire and eyes turned inward to sorrow. His gauntleted hands, forged for battle, now cradle hers with reverence—each gesture a silent vow. She leans gently toward him, not out of weakness, but with the gravity of love held in fragile hope. Around them, the night blooms: soft flowers, distant stars, and the hush of the earth itself witnessing something sacred. This is not a tale of conquest, but of connection—of hearts unarmored in the quiet spaces between war and peace.

size: 1024 x 1536