And now for Breaking Sir Alyn...
“Tell me, Sir Alyn, am I drunk?” As if to emphasize her point,
Reia lurched heavily against him.
“Only a little, Your Highness,” Alyn said, bracing her with
strong, calloused hands around the waist of her red gown.
would I do without you, my tender knight?” Reia asked, stopping a
moment to rest her dark hair against Alyn’s soft shoulders. For a
knight, he had always been short. But his small frame and weak face
had not prevented him from earning a place at her father’s table.
A brave soldier and a flawless knight, Reia could tell that he was
uncomfortable with this duty. He was a man made to fight duels, not
Reia was not as drunk as she pretended, a princess could not allow
herself to be too foolish. When Alyn offered no response except
stony silence, Reia sighed and, lifting her head, resumed the walk
back to the palace.
The cobblestones clicked under their feet as they made their way
through the darkness. It was late, but Reia didn’t feel drowsy.
In fact, she felt strangely alive in the brisk night air as fog
rolled down the streets, giving the night a magical feel.