The princess sat in her tower. Her dress torn, and bloody. The knight made way to the top, and rescued her. Or, more so, helped her rescue herself.
When the door sung open, and the knights armour glistened in the dimming sunlight, the princess did not swoon, nor drool. She instead, stood up and took the sword from the holder, and ran out of the room. The knight, confused, followed her. She ran down the long, narrow stairwelland out into the open. She took in the fresh air, and let the grass tangle between her toes.
A loud roar could be heard in the near distance. The knight had not slain the dragon.
"I'm sorry, M'lady, but I was distracted by your incredible beau-" The princess interupts, "Don't bother, the dragon is my friend. I'll be back for him another time." She looks up at the blue beast, and smiles. "Very well, can I... Uh, have my sword back?" The knights voice sounded forced, and a little too deep. "Actually, I think I'll keep it."
The knight is taken back and confused. "But, princes-" "Don't call me that, it's really cliche. My names Air." She starts to walk, trying to avoid eye contact with the knight. "Wait, Air?" The knight catches up. "Yes. It's my favorite thing, so that's my name. And yours?" The knight nods. "Max."
"What's the short for. Maximus?"
"No. Maxine, actually."
The knight removes the steel helmet and reveals long red hair. "Oh." "Yeah, so none of this is the story we were always told I guess."
"Yeah, completely different." Air laughs.
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Kort verhaalShort stories, writing challenges, and random shit my mind musters up. Enjoy.