Amy heard a loud twang as her sword hit home. She half-expected to feel blood splash her face, but she felt nothing. Confused, she pried her eyes open. Instead of seeing a man with a severed head or a dismembered hand, she saw a Knight with a drawn sword. Their blades met mid air, his sword blocking her attack. The Knight in silvery-white armor lowered his weapon. Amy took a careful step back but maintained her stance as the heavily-armored man dismounted his horse in one swift gesture.
"Your Grace?" the man asked. He took his head gear off. A golden river of hair flowed out.
"Gideon?" she asked, dropping her sword, eyes big as an owl's. She rushed to him in an embrace. Putting her arms around him, she leaned her head over his armored chest.
"What are you doing here, my Duchess?" the
