To him, arrows to the knees are nothing. To him Flesh Wounds are nothing. To him you are nothing. To Him you are his target. To Him your armies are nothing. To you He is nightmares. To you he is death.
i love his stance. It's as if he's looking to the woman and telling her, "this is all mine." His armor is appropriately horrific for a black knight. The blood work that you did was absolutely beautiful. The hint of wings thrust into the sky... they're graceful and intimidating with the dark color. His sword is wicked and i love that it's more of a piece of him, familiarly handled, rather than a tool he has to wield. It's a nasty piece of work.
And the knight's companion! She's both beautiful and terrifying. Perhaps, alluding to her place as his black queen? i adore that her armor echoes his so that it's something complimentary to him, placing her at his side. It's sexy and alluring. The way you did her flowing hair in the wind- genius! This is a beautiful piece of art! i'd love to see the novel that inspired this piece of beauty!