"It's finally over…" Rafela watched the evacuation efforts from where she stood. She was given a burlap sack of a dress, but it was better than showing off her body. Her body wasn't even that inviting now that she gained weight from the gluttony brought by strenuous activities.
A knight went to stand next to her, attracting her attention. When she looked, it was a young man—perhaps the youngest general she had ever seen. Even without a smile, his face was charming enough to compel her. He said, "Princess Grazier, you should head inside. It's cold out here. We don't have medicine, so you shouldn't get sick."
Rafela instantly acted coy. She hooked hair behind her ear and slightly quivered. "Well… you can keep me warm by standing near me. I don't think it's going to be a problem."
