As usual, head to Sonya’s for more TLTs!
Here’s mine for this week
The waves turned into foam as they crashed on either side of them, narrowing the already narrow path, forcing the two swordsmen closer. As they fought, the kingdom hanging in the balance, the cocky rebel was quickly realizing how much more well trained the prince was.
Running out of breath, he prayed for a miracle, only to see the glint of metal from the lighthouse prison at the end of the road. A second later, an arrow had embedded itself in the prince’s chest. Standing up with what strength he had left, the rebel saluted his saviour.
Who said princesses trapped in towers needed someone to save them?