He stepped over stone rubble and looked around. The smoke had cleared; the horses came back. But he was alone.
The crown felt light in his hands, maybe because he was leaving.
Let someone else restore this village.
No more need for a king.
This was originally posted to Twitter on 2/26/2019 as a submission to Fairy Tale Review.
The crown felt light in his hands, maybe because he was leaving.
Let someone else restore this village.
No more need for a king.
This was originally posted to Twitter on 2/26/2019 as a submission to Fairy Tale Review.
