To think that Eila was making a mistake by identifying that man as a knight that fought the wyvern before.
The boy had no armor, and his sword barely had an edge to it. There were plenty of knights who carried such swords without any effort, but not many had a lance with such a small and weak point.
No, there was only one knight who could have been described thus. He was tall for his age, even from where she stood in the shadows; broad shoulders and strong arms, long legs.
Even if he hadn't been wearing armor like this, Eila would have recognized him immediately because his eyes alone made her heart skip a beat.
That gaze was just enough to send chills all along her back. She could feel them as well. She knew this man. His face haunted her dreams, but she couldn't place why.
