“Princess Janen! Princess Jillen!” Grumbling under her breath, Janen paused on the ramp that descended from the castle gate to the city proper. Her sister stopped as well, but without the muttered curses. Racing after them was a young guardsman, his shiny armor jostling and bouncing as he tried to pour on speed without losing his balance.
Catching up to the girls, the gasping guard slid to a stop, red-faced and with sweat dripping from his face. It took a minute for him to get his breath back.
“Please, or rather, if it pleases you, princesses, I’ve been, instructed, to protect you, until the rest, of the, troop, arrives.” He managed to gasp out.
“We don’t-”
“That’s very kind of you, guardsman.” Jillen jumped in, cutting off her sister’s annoyed response. “But, perhaps you could protect us better with a real weapon.” The guard was confused until Jillen gestured to the broom stuck through his belt.
“Oh gods!” He yelped. “I must have grabbed this instead of my sword!”
“Why don’t you run back to castle to get it.” Jillen suggested. “Don’t worry, we’ll wait here for you.” Looking from her sweet expression to the broom and back, the guardsman nodded vigorously.
“Right. You’re right, I should.” He started to turn but paused. “And you really will wait?”
“Of course! Now hurry, you don’t want to take too long.” He took off back up the ramp, and Janen eyed her sister.
“We aren't really going to wait, are we?” She asked.
“Only for a few seconds.”Doesn't this craftiness just bring a smile to your face?
-Triscribe
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