Chapter 16: The Knight
Heldon woke up to swollen eyes, a damp pillow, and tangled hair, but at least he was in his own bed.
In his nightmare, he kept searching for Tival in the darkness, but only found hundreds of glowing red eyes teaming with needle-sharp fangs.
He stretched, his arm barely even ached, but his mind frayed, wrung out like an old rag and his palm still stung. The hand that brought Tival back to life. Tival’s pink eyes glimmered up at him.
Nope, not thinking about him.
The slanted sunlight through his window made him roll over and hide before he had to report to the King. He listened to the familiar sounds of horses, wood splintering, and two people talking far too loudly in his kitchen.
Wait.
The voices were familiar, but his zapped brain couldn’t place them.
“So, you’re like an actual knight in shining armor, like the ones in maidens’ stories?” Shrai asked casually and Heldon flailed upright.
He’d completely forgotten!