Creative Writing: Lady Allisterd

are enemies inside and outside. I think we’ll fall again like we fell before the king came to our land.” The King of Messiah gazed at Lady Allisterd contemplatively. “What else do you know?” “That’s all I know, Your Grace,” answered Lady Allisterd. “But if you release me, you’ll find me more helpful.” “Why were you sentenced to death?” he asked. “My father was sick so I went back here to take care of him. Then a fat Lord coming from the north came to our house and asked about my husband. I told him that he’d come to our village soon, and the man accused me of lying and tried to force himself on me. I stabbed him, and now he accused me of attempted murder and tried to have me hanged. If you have mercy, Your Grace, please clear my name
However, there was a riot, and she was rescued by a beggar. He appeared to be a skilled fighter whom he recognised as his royal guard, Myan. Why would his royal guard go to the kingdom of Messiah and end up with Lady Allisterd? Instead of trying to analyse what he saw in the future, he focused on what he was seeing first. The view faded out again, and now they were in a house in the countryside. Lady Allisterd smiled at his royal guard. “I looked for you. I just didn’t think you’d disguise as a beggar. Such a waste of that handsomeness.” “Looked like you failed,” said Myan as he cleaned his sword. “That was either me acting not convincing enough, or because of that pig of a man from the north. He got out of my trap so easily, and I thought because I was from Messiah, I could handle it here.” She sighed as she combed her shining long blonde hair. “But I’m very beautiful with my blonde hair, my perfect body, don’t you think so?” “He wasn’t the one you could seduce with your beauty. You have to know how to sing, dance, or have some talent to attract him.” The man smiled slightly back at her. “I told you, but you were too confident. It looks like I won the bet.” “Some men are just crazy.” She pursed her