It would be my honor to be your sword.
The words echoed in my mind as Arthur and I returned to the main floor of the banquet hall, but they felt inadequate compared to the storm of emotions churning in my chest. Every step felt weightless, as if I might float away on the sheer joy threatening to overflow from within me.
I'm proud of you.
I will never regret saving you.
You are worth it in every way.
His words replayed themselves on an endless loop, each repetition sending fresh waves of warmth through my entire being. I pressed my lips together, fighting to maintain the composed expression expected of someone who had just received such an honor, but I could feel the smile trying to break free. My cheeks ached from the effort of restraining it.
