Why do you continue to come here?
Outside my small home, stands a wheat blonde knight. Not that he’s dressed like one. Today he is in, what I assume he believes to be, peasant clothes. Which consists of a spotless white shirt, black pants, and thigh high boots. Unlike a peasant he accessorize is his outfit with a flashy belt that looks too expensive for the shirt. On his left ear since a beautiful gold earring with an amethyst stone. His complexion is flawless, refined, and unweathered, he evokes and atmosphere that is too regal for these woods.
Daylight is disappearing through the trees leaving only a golden rod sunset. That stretches into my garden, just beside him. I’m sure he has learned from his last visit and will never stand in my garden again.
I recall his previous visit and the look of terror in his eyes, as he stood in the middle of my garden to peer through my window, when he realize how active my plants actually are.
A light laugh escapes my lips before I can catch it. His eyes widen, then he looks down. He quickly returns to watching me, stoically.
This has been our relationship ever since I’ve met him. He doesn’t ask anything of this woman who cured him. He seems to be content with watching me from the edge of my garden.
He is has become familiar to me, almost like one of my plants. With his golden eyes and light hair, he reminds me of a water lily.
These woods are already dark and complex to navigate in the daytime, at night nearly impossible. I do not want my water lily bruised or damaged. He has to go, until he returns again.
He backs away from my home, as if he knew heard my thoughts. I watch him turn and leave, until I no longer see his pale blonde hair in my part of the woods.
I wanted to talk to talk to you, but I don’t know what to say.
“I’ll be awaiting your return.” I whisper.
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