A Hard Day’s Knight
By Jay Mendell
Meeting with the King was always nerve-wracking, even though Aurion had been doing it for well over a decade at this point. There was something about the man’s presence that just pricked at you, a shiver up your spine. Baelor was a Warrior King living in a time of peace, and no matter how many decades of armistice went by, the warrior inside him was still lurking, right below the surface.
That was why Aurion respected him, why he’d chosen to follow him, but it was still intimidating as hell.
“Knight Aurion, what a pleasant surprise,” Baelor said, the lines around his eyes crinkling as he smiled. “I wasn’t expecting to have a meeting with you today. Is this about your return to service? Have your injuries healed well?”
Aurion ducked his head, hiding a
