Unwanted Kitten

By late morning, the knights had assembled on the sprawling grounds in front of the mansion, their armor glinting under the sun as they clustered together in a lively, buzzing throng. All strong women, their voices overlapped in a chorus of whispers and giggles, speculation and relief rippling through the group like a breeze.

"Why'd our master call us out here?" One knight muttered, kicking at the grass. "Something big, maybe?"

"Does it matter?" Another shot back, her grin wide and carefree. "I'm just happy I've still got a pulse! I thought we were toast last night."

"Same!" A third chimed in, stretching her arms with a laugh. "I'm honesty grateful to our new master, no matter how lustful he may be. And that party he threw? Wildest night I've had in ages. My legs are still sore from dancing!"

The group erupted in laughter, their chatter growing louder.