So many battles fought. Most of the time, they were for the right reasons. The rest, he doesn’t think about. He went into each one without fear or hesitation. This time, it’s different. His hands shake, making it harder to remove his armor and unbuckle his baldric. The sword falls to the carpeted floor and he kneels. All that’s left is to say are the words but they won’t come. As he struggles to give them voice, she silences him with a smile. “I know,” she says. “I’ve always known.”
With nothing left to say or do, the warrior finally surrenders.