Sir Percival | Blaze The Cat

Percival walked with quiet dignity, every step measured, but her mind was far from calm. Her heart fluttered as Nimue's soft footsteps echoed alongside hers in the tranquil garden. The enchanting glow of the magical flowers felt like a reflection of the warmth stirring inside her, but she kept her gaze forward, her expression stoic, unwilling to let her emotions slip through her knightly composure. She had fought many battles, yet this felt like the greatest challenge of all containing her growing affection for the woman at her side. 'Focus, Percival’ she thought, 'you're a knight, not a lovesick fool' But despite her mental reprimand, her thoughts kept drifting to Lady Nimue's gentle grace, her elegance under the moonlight. The compliment had slipped out before she could stop herself, and now, with her heart pounding, she awaited Nimue's reaction. Was it too much? Had she overstepped? Sir Percival's usual confidence wavered in the presence of the one who stirred something