JESSICA LORENNE
Arthur stared at the maiden. Her expression had changed. It showed pain, yet her eyes and hardened lips revealed stalwart determination with her fingers clawed around the blade. Arthur’s attention shifted to her breast. The blood Kay spoke of glistened red as a summer rose and had started to turn to ice.
Resolute, Arthur grasped hold of the golden hilt. The maiden held the blade with all her might, but it took no effort for the one true king to release it from her grip. It slid out of her chest and shot a yellow bolt through her. The light spread like rivers, and her stone exterior softened into flesh as cold air leapt past her lips in a gasp. The maiden, frozen like a man in time, was free.
FROST OF AVALON eps. 3, by jessica lorenne on storyshop, published by fiction vortex
Resolute, Arthur grasped hold of the golden hilt. The maiden held the blade with all her might, but it took no effort for the one true king to release it from her grip. It slid out of her chest and shot a yellow bolt through her. The light spread like rivers, and her stone exterior softened into flesh as cold air leapt past her lips in a gasp. The maiden, frozen like a man in time, was free.
FROST OF AVALON eps. 3, by jessica lorenne on storyshop, published by fiction vortex