sgetober day four: the last ever after

342 1 0
                                    

Most days, Agatha can still feel the daunting hot presence on the back of her neck of the sword she sees strapped to her husbands side. And sometimes, she thinks he can too.

It's not his fathers sword anymore, and it's not a gift from the Lady of The Lake. It's the evil shine in Sophie's nightmares eyes as it's held over their necks. Sophie doesn't like the sword anymore, if she ever did, and when they meet matching eyes above the belt, she can't help to agree. She doesn't know how Tedros copes with it. She doesn't know how any of them cope with it.

When the candles go out and the ringing of the metal on stone is still in her ears, she wonders if they ever will

pale october twilightWhere stories live. Discover now