Tusk Love

As though she were unsure of her place in the hearts of those who were supposed to love her. It had to do with the man in the bed with her, her battle-hardened savior with a heart of gold, a man who had loved his mother. Yesterday’s mid-battle revelation weighed heavily on her heart. When he finally went over to the log, he crossed his arms and studied Guinevere with an impassive expression.