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John

John Good
Three months previously...

The night sky was angry. The rain drenched the land, causing small floods in the valley. Lightning flashed across the sky and the thunder boomed. Men began deserting their animals to find shelter. Mothers lit candles and cuddled with their children to keep them calm. John Good laid in the barn set next to his home, curled up in the hay. Cooper, his black lab, slept beside him to keep him warm.
The thunder boomed again...
John meandered down a small stone corridor that seemed to be underground, walking by large rooms that were probably dungeons. It was dark but John's intuition led him on. Noticing a small light four dungeons down, John crept slowly, careful to not make a sound. Stifled moaning came from the room; John peered around the corner.
A man in full robes had a women shoved against the wall, a large dagger at her throat. The man's hand was covering the lady's mouth, tears streaming down her face. The man laughed. "Darling, you shan't be scared. I am the Protector, I won't harm you."
The lady cried harder, making it more difficult for her to breathe. John stood in full view of the room's opening. He tried getting a better look at the man but a force kept him back.
"Shush, my lady," the man chortled. "If you be still and quiet I shall remove my hand. No need to speak, just nod your head yes or no to my questions, understand?"
The lady nodded and the man removed his hand.
"Abraham," she muttered.
"Hush." Abraham ordered. "As you know, my dear, our beloved King's wife to be has passed and I've been put in charge of finding the replacement." Abraham followed the lady's curves with his hand. "I would be delighted to nominate you as a worthy suitor; however, to be completely equitable, I must try you myself."
The lady began to yell as Abraham covered up her mouth again. She squirmed in his grasp, trying to loosen the rope that bound her hands behind her. Abraham smiled. "Fighting back will do you no good." Abraham began lifting up her skirts when a sudden movement made him turn around. John Good stood in the doorway, staring at the pair. Thunder cracked loudly overhead.
The horse kicked his hind legs at the stable, forcing John and Cooper to jump from their sleep. John rubbed his eyes but pulled his hands away to examine them. Soot and grime, the kind that only occurs in a damp dungeon, was smudged on his hands.

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