Wednesday’s Weekly Writing (W)Prompt

I'll share. 😉 My heroine has escaped the convent disguised as a boy. She is beaten by ruffians along the way and rescued by a knight. Here is an exceprt:

Malcolm sat back on his heels and cursed his chivalrous self. What was he to do with this dirty, bruised pile of bones lying before him? By the saints, he did not have the time nor the energy to care for this scrawny boy.
He had a little over a se’ennight until the tournament at Ramslea began and he was not about to miss it on account of a malodorous halfling. He had yet to accumulate enough gold to buy land and knew this tourney would prove profitable, if indeed he could manage to get himself there.

The pile of bones stirred and let out a pitiful groan.

Malcolm sighed, and after gathering water from his supply, he poured some into the boy’s mouth, which caused him to sputter and choke.

“Cease, please! What are you trying to do? Drown me?” The boy coughed and gingerly propped himself on his elbows. He rubbed his face, smearing the dirt into mud. As he looked up at his rescuer, his eyes grew wide, and he gulped hard.

Malcolm had to smile. Boys stood in awe of him, men stood in fear of him, and women . . . well, women wanted to have him. Time spent in the lists honing his swordplay had made his shoulders broad and his arms well muscled. He had long since been unaffected by the reactions his visage wrought.

There you go. Not a very detailed meeting, but that is how they first see each other. 🙂

Thanks for sharing!! I'm going to edit mine tonight and will get it posted tomorrow 🙂