The Angered Theodore And A Missing Red.

Last Night.

Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.

Conan, felt horrible, he was a knight and had gone to wars with the lord but he was not heartless to innocent people, or women and Helena was both, he trudged ahead on his but his conscience wouldn't quit nagging, he had left her behind so abruptly and alone, she is a stranger in Critic Arley, it is night and she helped him when he needed it most, when he had thought he would die without knowing why or how. He veered around on the horse and soon he met her, in her red cloak with tangled black locks that stunk like fruits and vegetables, her droopy angry ocean blue eyes on her cold booted feet that hadn't moved an inch from where he had dropped her earlier, she met his gaze and he swears out loud.

His heart shifted.

"Come here" he growled and in one powerful swoop he had her in front of him on the steed straddling her, and unnecessarily missing this particular presence.