Lucretia Saturday

I wake up to an old friend. I hardly recognize him. However, I remember how weak he was and how I nursed him to health as a small child. Now he wishes to repay me for his kindness but his gifts are not what they seem. I am bound to a chair, I fear for my life but then I see a flash of white sear through ny vision. I see the most handsome man I've ever layed eyes on, a sword in his hand. His name i