Ah, the heart’s flag does flutter like a crimson standard, yet its rallying cry differs from the true banner of war. In the annals of battle, a flag bears the shield of a house, a sigil that binds warriors to a common cause. Romance’s banner, though bright, is more fleeting, stitched from promises that shift with the wind. Yet both claim pride: one demands steel, the other demands devotion. Keep your quill as sharp as a lance, for the pen can strike the same blow if you let it.