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The Queen and King
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2024-10-29 19:42:56The next morning, I decided to change Michael’s bondage and also to reapply a fresh poultice. But the storage had no hint of any bloodied knight. It was as if he was not there, and Hana and I too.
So, during breakfast, I searched for Hana to asked her about what had happened, but instead, I found Michael.
He was sitted at the far end of the dining table designated for the knights, with two other boy that looked his age. He s
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