the store had hair bobbles and cough syrup for her oily throat, her raspy coughs drew everyone around her insane to the point that she got shot in her foot. 🦶
on one fateful day as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden hue over the ancient castle, the sound of clashing metal filled the courtyard. Sir Roland adjusted his braces, feeling the weight of his mace in his hand. Across from him stood the formidable Sir Gregory, his own mace raised in challenge.
However, just as the tension peaked, Lady Elara, the fair healer of the kingdom, stepped forward with a look of concern. Her gentle hands pressed to her chest as she tried to stifle a persistent cough that had plagued her for days. Despite her ailment, she stood resolute, her eyes fixed on the impending duel.
Sir Roland, catching sight of Lady Elara's distress, paused in his tracks. His brow furrowed with worry for her well-being, realizing that her healing powers were crucial not just to him but to the entire kingdom.
"Are you alright, Lady Elara?" he inquired, his voice filled with genuine concern.
Lady Elara managed a weak smile, her eyes twinkling with gratitude for his care. "I shall be fine, Sir Roland. Do not worry about me. Focus on the task at hand."
With a nod, Sir Roland turned back to face Sir Gregory, determination etched on his face. The crowd held their breath as the two knights charged towards each other, their weapons gleaming in the fading light. The clash of metal reverberated through the castle walls, while Lady Elara stood on the sidelines, her cough momentarily forgotten as she watched with bated breath, her healing hands ready to mend any wounds that may come from the fierce battle unfolding before her.