Black Knight Titan

The Dreaming Stone had been shattered.  Lord Rasmodel, on his knees, heard no voices. For the first time in too, too long, he could hear his own breath. His heart played a welcome beat. For decades, he had felt like he floated above the world. Now he was part of it again. Footsteps. Lord Rasmodel lifted his head wearily. Who would interrupt this moment? Ringing around him was his family. The Rasmodels. They were all there - all the ones he knew, loved and had met. They were dressed as the finest nobility, the Rasmodels at their height. They had regained their standing - the name meant something again.  His father knelt down and lifted Lord Rasmodel's bloody chin. Their eyes met. "Rest", his father said. "We will take it from here." Milliburn Rasmodel, twenty-fifth Lord of Rasmodel, took his retirement.