35.) a kiss on the space between shoulder blades.

More medieval fantasy fic for you and @queen-scribbles, who also asked for this prompt!

The battle raged around Vassanna and her compatriots; fighting back to back with Kira felt as natural as breathing and the enemy suffered greatly for it.

A break in the enemy allowed them to catch their breath and a knight raced on horseback to their position. No, not just any knight—Sanna’s heart leapt into her throat as she recognized Theron, her hopeful king.

“He’s as undefended as he’s going to get,” Theron said, gesturing across the battlefield to the Shadow King, surrounded by fewer than a handful of knights. “I could use your help.” He offered his hand to Vassanna, a pleading look on his face.

This was her chance: make Theron king and destroy Tenebris at the same time, ensuring that he never hurts anyone else again. But could she resist his powerful magics? Her hubris had gotten her into trouble the last time and—

“Please, Sanna.”

Theron’s voice dragged her back to the present. Kira’s elbow found its way sharply into her back and before she could overthink it, Vassanna nodded. Ignoring the amused snort behind her, she sheathed one of her swords, reached for Theron’s extended arm, and leapt as he pulled her up behind him.

Wrapping one arm around his waist—solely to secure herself and not fall from the horse, she thought, not because she’d missed him—she brandished her sword with deadly accuracy, keeping their foes from unseating or injuring them as Theron steered them towards their final battle: the Shadow King and his two remaining defenders, Lords Baras and Karrid.

As Theron brought the horse to a stop, she begged the gods for the strength to prevail. Keep him safe, she thought, pressing her lips to Theron’s back, between his shoulder blades. Please.

He startled briefly at the pressure on his armor.

“For luck, your majesty,” she whispered, lowering her helm’s visor, and vaulted from the horse. “Let’s finish this,” she snarled as he dismounted.

So, Sherlock, is the game afoot?🔎

I'm afraid so, Watson🔥

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