And the guard was walking down the hallway, covered in a light armor as if he was a knight, though he knew that was not to be. His blond hair had once again messed up, and he was whistling a low tune to himself.

Needless to say, the guard was tired. He had worked all day, though he knew that his shift was soon to be over. The man was carrying a tray with a small loaf of bread and a glass of water for the princess.

By Knives and Roses, November 17, 2015.