"Poisonous Butterfly," I whisper. My eyes shut to the distant memory resurfacing at the forefront of my mind like it had happened only yesterday.
"So you're my new guard dog?" I sigh when there's no reaction from this high-strung knight.
I step closer to him, my hands behind my back, my heels clacking loudly against the path to the hidden courtyard I've made my own. The fountain between us acts as a barrier, the frozen water still spraying outwards.
The droplets of ice drooping in elongated slender shapes reflect this new knight's head, mirroring his face multiple times, the angle changing as I draw closer to him. He is impossible to read and has yet to respond to my slight.
I'd refused to meet my new guard when my last one, Asmund, mysteriously disappeared. By mysterious, I presume my brother killed him. Was I grieving his loss? Absolutely not.
