The old knight looked into the flames dancing in the stone hearth. Tall shadows moved across the castle walls as he continued to stare into the fire.
He’d seen much in his sixty long winters-loved, lost and killed in the name of the King.
Eyes looked down at hands that were weathered and wrinkled. The kingdom had enjoyed twenty years of peace but alas no more.
These hands would again be washed in the blood of the enemy soon enough.
Jason Duck 2025.
Thanks to Microdosing - 80mg of a Hearth - by Miguel S. for this 80 word prompt.
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