"Even so- I love her!" the farmer declared.
Blood-tattered clothes- corpses all around; graveyard.
"Understandable-" The armored knight spoke. His voice reverberated within his helmet- giving it an echo- "But what about this monster-" He spoke pointing his needle-like blade forward- "You find lovable?"
Burning sun- a windy day.
The said monster- a woman. Burnt face- burnt skin- wings… the wings of a demon.
She'd murdered- she'd killed- she'd slaughtered-
And yet-
The farmer stood in front of her, spread his arms- desperately trying to protect her. "Even so- I love her," he repeated himself- commitment and perhaps more-
Love.
What was love?
A fundamental question.
And none of them in the graveyard had an answer.
Not the deceased- not the monster- not the farmer and certainly not the knight.
He didn't necessarily care about it either.
He was a royal knight.
Sent straight from the palace.
