Knight in Real Life:
Part One, Prodigal Son
Sitting on the edge of Bethany’s desk was a man obscured by
a grimy set of full armor. Bethany raised her forehead from her forearms and
squinted against the gray light reflected in the dull iron. She must have stayed up later than she thought. When she
blinked and the apparition did not leave, but rather opened the hooded visor
and bid her a “good day, fair maiden,” Bethany groaned.
