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knightoftheswanWhen alone in a different kingdom, there is no one to consult with but the self. This is fortunate, as that's who Lohengrin needed to confront the most.
You're a man, aren't you? he asks himself. Brave and honest. And right now, you're being neither.
The Knight sits in vigil, prepared to face any challenger that might harm Elsa in the darkness.
They're just feelings. Nothing to be ashamed of. Having them doesn't mean I need to act on them. Sometimes courage means not acting. And waiting is often the best option.
His thoughts are interrupted by a noise and he readies himself.
"Knight of the Swan?"
Lohengrin sighs a little at the sound of Elsa's voice.
"You should rest, my lady. I am keeping watch."
"I don't worry about that. I just woke up in the middle of the night is all."
He nods and watches as she moves back into her room, leaving him with his thoughts again.
It's likely just short-lived infatuation. It's all proximity. That's certainly it. I mean, what do I even know about her?
She is probably Pfeifferkuchen's rider.
She can sew.
She is watchful and sometimes eager to prove herself.
She is-
His train of thought is halted again as Elsa returns from her room with a hot mug for the Knight.
"I know you are working hard for my sake," she says, offering him some tea. "And it doesn't always seem fair to you, especially since you're so far from home."
Elsa sits down next to Lohengrin.
"You needn't trouble yourself over me," the Knight says, though he does take the offered tea.
"It's the least I could do."
"You don't owe me anything."
"I owe you my very life, my knight."
Lohengrin is quiet for some time and swallows before saying, "Focusing on that will not make the greatest friendship."
Elsa laughs softly as she replies, "You're probably right. But I imagine you would have liked Gottfried's company more than mine."
"Well, we don't know that," the Knight protests before taking some of the tea. "What was he like?"
Lohengrin spends his evening listening to Elsa's stories about her brother and their childhood, the wistful patter of her voice holding the mourning the public wouldn't allow her. Eventually she begins to yawn, slowly nodding off until she's asleep against his shoulder, leaving the Knight alone with his thoughts once more.
And he's a little frightened by what his mind comes up with.
My god, perhaps I actually do love her...
You're a man, aren't you? he asks himself. Brave and honest. And right now, you're being neither.
The Knight sits in vigil, prepared to face any challenger that might harm Elsa in the darkness.
They're just feelings. Nothing to be ashamed of. Having them doesn't mean I need to act on them. Sometimes courage means not acting. And waiting is often the best option.
His thoughts are interrupted by a noise and he readies himself.
"Knight of the Swan?"
Lohengrin sighs a little at the sound of Elsa's voice.
"You should rest, my lady. I am keeping watch."
"I don't worry about that. I just woke up in the middle of the night is all."
He nods and watches as she moves back into her room, leaving him with his thoughts again.
It's likely just short-lived infatuation. It's all proximity. That's certainly it. I mean, what do I even know about her?
She is probably Pfeifferkuchen's rider.
She can sew.
She is watchful and sometimes eager to prove herself.
She is-
His train of thought is halted again as Elsa returns from her room with a hot mug for the Knight.
"I know you are working hard for my sake," she says, offering him some tea. "And it doesn't always seem fair to you, especially since you're so far from home."
Elsa sits down next to Lohengrin.
"You needn't trouble yourself over me," the Knight says, though he does take the offered tea.
"It's the least I could do."
"You don't owe me anything."
"I owe you my very life, my knight."
Lohengrin is quiet for some time and swallows before saying, "Focusing on that will not make the greatest friendship."
Elsa laughs softly as she replies, "You're probably right. But I imagine you would have liked Gottfried's company more than mine."
"Well, we don't know that," the Knight protests before taking some of the tea. "What was he like?"
Lohengrin spends his evening listening to Elsa's stories about her brother and their childhood, the wistful patter of her voice holding the mourning the public wouldn't allow her. Eventually she begins to yawn, slowly nodding off until she's asleep against his shoulder, leaving the Knight alone with his thoughts once more.
And he's a little frightened by what his mind comes up with.
My god, perhaps I actually do love her...
