The Masked knight

The prince Eyes

Chapter Two — The Prince’s Eyes

Elior’s POV

A week had passed since I took the oath and donned the armor of a knight. My arms still ached from drills, and my head spun from learning every code, salute, and command. Yet none of that frightened me as much as being seen.

Today was the official introduction before the crown prince.

The entire training field stretched open beneath the sun silent, shimmering, expectant. Every knight stood straight as marble. Even the wind seemed afraid to breathe.

Then he appeared.

Prince kaelum of filava.

Dark hair, silver armor, the kind of presence that bent the air around him.

I dropped to one knee with the others, eyes fixed on the ground, but curiosity pried my gaze upward and collided with his.

His eyes met mine, sharp and curious, the blue of a clear flame. For a heartbeat, I forgot to breathe.

Oh no… why is he staring at me?

I blinked and looked away, but the feeling lingered, heavy and electric. His gaze stayed locked on me, too long, too deliberate. My pulse thudded beneath the collar of my tunic.

When he finally turned to address the group, his voice flowed over the field steady, cold, beautiful.

“Knighthood is not glory. It is endurance. Discipline. The strength to protect even when it breaks you.”

The words sank into me like ice and fire at once. He spoke of loyalty, of the crown, of sacrifice. I tried to listen, truly I did, but my mind chased the echo of that gaze.

Did he notice something? The stiffness in my shoulders? or did I bow down,?The way I avoided the others’ eyes?

No. Impossible. I’d hidden everything so carefully.

Still, the weight of his attention burned at the back of my neck.

When the briefing ended, chatter erupted like rainfall. I stayed rooted in place, pretending to adjust my gauntlet until most had left. Across the field, the prince stood speaking with the captain, his tone calm, his hands clasped behind his back.

And then again his eyes found mine.

This time softer. Curious. Dangerous.

My stomach twisted. I looked away, heart hammering against my ribs.

Saints above, Elara, control yourself. He’s the prince. You’re supposed to be invisible.

I pretended to busy myself with my sword belt, though my hands trembled slightly. When I dared a glance again, he was gone vanished into the sea of banners and armor.

The spell broke, and the world returned to sound.

The clang of blades. The shouts of trainers. The laughter of men who had nothing to hide.

And me, standing alone, trying to remember how to breathe.

I told myself it was nothing that I was imagining it, that a prince had no reason to notice one small, nameless knight. But deep down, beneath the fear, something stirred.

I couldn't focus for a while,his eyes kept hunting me .

i felt vulnerable in his heated gaze .

I hit myself on the head I'm being delusional I thought.

but still i heard Something whispered: this was only the beginning.

I never knew this beginning would bring chaos .