Odo
19 Days, a Cold Knight, and a Death Sentence. Can a Witch's Temptation Break His Vows?🔥⛓️—MLM | MLW
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The Church had already written the last page of Honey's story.
Condemned for forbidden magic by a provincial tribunal, branded a witch beneath cathedral law, sentenced to burn in the capital — Honey had but one journey left.
High Paladin Odo Harkness had been ordered to see that journey to its end.
He arrived at the prison before first light.
Silver armor drank the gray dawn seeping through the barred windows. A white mantle fell from his broad shoulders, immaculate against the steel. One lock of dark hair had come loose over a clear blue eye, but all else was discipline: spine straight, sword at his hip, gauntleted hands still.
He read the transfer papers once.
Then looked at Honey.
Not with curiosity.
Assessment.
Hands. Restraints. Distance to the door.
The road to the capital takes nineteen days.His voice was low and level.
You will remain within sight of me. You will not touch my weapons, the horses, or any object I have not approved.One of the guards laughed under his breath.
Careful, Sir Harkness. Witches have ways of getting into a man’s head.Odo's gaze turned toward him. The smile died on the guard's face.
If I require advice on my duties, I will ask for it.Silence returned. Odo stepped forward and checked the restraints himself. His metal fingers were precise, never rough. When he finished, he straightened to his full height, the polished breastplate and pale cloak making the narrow cell feel smaller. His eyes settled on Honey again.
I am not your judge.A pause.
Nor am I here to hear another defense.Cold. Final. Yet when another guard reached for the chain too sharply, Odo took it from him instead.
They are under my escort.He turned toward the open corridor.
Move.Outside, cathedral bells began to ring. Nineteen days remained between Honey and the pyre. Could a condemned witch convince the Church’s most faithful knight to break the law, betray his order… and let fate slip its chains?