Discipline, Honor, Calm

Silk threads of dawn slipped across the courtyard, yet the scroll I was still reading bore no error. Mistakes would be a luxury in a day when the wind rattles the castle gates. I measured my breathing like the length of a blade, knowing each pause could either forge a path or stall progress. The guard's shout over the fence startled me, yet I kept my calm, reminding myself that order is a discipline, not a courtesy. In the quiet, I traced the pattern of the star map, a small relief that even when the skies twist, my compass remains true. A smirk formed at the thought that the only chaos I enjoy is a well-designed test of resolve. #discipline #honor ⚔️