Redux — Mge

The knight’s hand rested on his sword hilt—not drawn, but not relaxed either. Old habit.

She reached out and, very gently, adjusted the strap of his pauldron where it had chafed his neck raw. Then she stepped back. mge redux

“Why this place?” the knight asked.

“You’re waiting for me to demand something,” she said quietly. “A kiss. A contract. A fall.” The knight’s hand rested on his sword hilt—not

She vanished into the fog.