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“The Quiet March – Sir Cedric in the Scottish Highlands”
Discipline doesn’t always shout. Sometimes, it walks in silence.
Sir Cedric Wycliffe Hawthorne strides through the Highland mist—steady, composed, aware of every footfall upon ancestral soil. The uniform speaks of structure, but his gaze carries something deeper: reflection. Honour is not loud; it is lived. This is the calm of a man who does not follow the path, but defines it with every step.
“The Quiet March – Sir Cedric in the Scottish Highlands”
Discipline doesn’t always shout. Sometimes, it walks in silence.
Sir Cedric Wycliffe Hawthorne strides through the Highland mist—steady, composed, aware of every footfall upon ancestral soil. The uniform speaks of structure, but his gaze carries something deeper: reflection. Honour is not loud; it is lived. This is the calm of a man who does not follow the path, but defines it with every step.