Knight

I love the heroic splendor of this scene:it feels like a page torn from an illuminated manuscript. A knight in shining armor raises his sword high, sunlight glinting on the steel as if heaven itself had blessed the gesture. His black stallion surges forward, draped in white and blue, colors of loyalty and triumph. Around him, the crowd erupts in cheers, hands lifted in celebration, garlands of flowers and banners rippling against the stone walls of the castle. It is both ceremony and spectacle, a fusion of pageantry and valor. One can almost hear the clash of trumpets, the echo of hooves, the heartbeat of an age when courage was destiny.