This is part of a short story about a damsel and her beloved white knight, which is probably dead.
Now her only companion the cold wind, moaning at her door. Her heart fluttered with sudden fear... Then still. A sudden calm. Why? A presence. A figure close behind. She doesn’t dare look, doesn’t dare move, fearful the slightest action would break the spell. She knew the presence at her bed, knew the calm only they could bring. Her white saviour, now protector, standing tall beside, powerful, perfect... |
Could you tell me what "they" refers to, please?
I see nothing in that excerpt that "they" could refer to.
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