There has to be some way. I can't give up now.
"Let us think for a moment." The Red Knight is trying hard not to explode. I can see it on his face and in his jerky movements. He sinks onto a chair and grows quiet.
I'm not holding out any hope that he can bring my magic back or convince the Desert Knight not to attack.
"The Shadow Knight would know what to do," I point out. "He always does. I bet he's already got a plan on how to win and save the world."
Disney Princess appears hopeful, while the Red Knight scowls.
"I believe you have a chance to help," he says finally. "No other battle-witch needs a medallion. Does your hand tell you aught at all?"
I glance down and shake my head. Even the scary countdown is gone.
"Still, 'tis possible your magic is simply dormant," he reasons. "Or mayhap, there is another medallion, trinket or secret the Shadow Knight knows. I dread to think I will have to outwardly oppose the Desert Knight to put an end to this."
"You do not have the numbers, brother," Disney Princess says.
"No, but I can create enough of a distraction to give the Shadow Knight and the battle-witch a chance."
"You're serious?" I ask, surprised. "You really are an ally of his?"
"I want what is best for my realm," he replies, somewhat irritated. "And I want to ensure you return home, for reasons we discussed. It seems to be in my best interest to assist."
"Why do you want to go back with me?" I ask once more.
"Those reasons are mine." He stands. "The Desert Knight is likely watching us. Sister, remain here. I need to devise a way to smuggle you out, witch." Without another word, he leaves.
I bury my face in my hands, tired and stressed out. I can't take my mind off the Shadow Knight or get rid of the wired energy boiling up inside me. I need to see him, to make sure he's okay, to smell his brownie-leather-clover scent, and help him the right way for once.
We sit long enough to snack on some hard cheese and bread. Wine helps loosen my tense muscles. Disney Princess seems as distraught as I am, her gaze frequently going to the entrance.
I'm a little jealous of her, even knowing what she's done. She had a man like the Shadow Knight in her hands for a year, long enough for there to be more than friendship between them.
"Does the Shadow Knight know you were betrothed to another?" I venture, not caring if it's my business or not.