So here is to the woman in the silver armor. The one who kneels for no one except her sovereign. The one who walks into the dragon’s lair without hesitation.
There is a specific moment in every great epic that makes the hair on your arms stand up. The gates of the castle groan open, the rain slicks the cobblestones, and out of the mist walks a figure clad in silver. The visor is down. The cape is heavy with rain. But you don't need to see a face to know who commands the room. royal knight regina
Regina doesn’t monologue. She doesn’t beg. When the villain reveals his evil plan, Regina doesn't gasp; she calculates the angle of her thrust. In a world of loud, quippy heroes, the quiet loyalty of a royal knight is a breath of fresh air. So here is to the woman in the silver armor