Chapter 23: Champion of Mine
A witch’s promise was one bound in the thread of fate, her word stronger than any blade. It was not long after the hushed twilight exchange that Morigana had sent the lovers to bed, insisting they use one of her spare rooms. It was a comfortable room, warmer in palette then the witch’s personal chamber had been. It had been more hospitable to mortal needs and wants, as well.
Marion had mustered their remaining energy to remove their boots and fall back into the quilts, followed by the comfortable weight of Eris beside them. For the first time in at least four months, perhaps even longer, the elf slept deeply. All around them was safe, protected by the wards and the will and the ways of a witch.