Word Count: 726
“What’s a pretty girl like you traveling these roads alone? Don’t you know there is a war going on?”
Belle glanced behind her shoulder to see a knight donned in a helm shaped of a hound. “I’m running from someone.”
“Don’t you know you might just be running towards the wrong person?”
“Might you take off your helm ser?”
“I am no ser.”
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