Story: Cakes and cuddles

The knight stared out of the window, into the English garden. An hour ago he had busily worked there, not in a hurry or in need, but because I did him good. The green and flowers gave him that feeling again, that he could change the world in its details, and that he mattered. The garden gave him small obstacles, which he knew how to overcome, which tool to pick for and which moves to apply instinctively. The world outside seemed different. He wasn't a real knight from the medieval, but he sometimes felt like one, burdened by heavy armor, while dreaming of flying into the silver, dark sky.

"Tabete mimashou!", a girl in Japanese school uniform interrupted his stare. Sometimes he called her Princess Snowflake. On the one hand, she had dressed that way because she liked it, but she also wanted to look adorable for him and tease him with the short skirt. His nose reached a smell of the cherry-pie his princess put on the table. Though she was a decent cook half of the time, because the other half her innovative, spontaneous style goes wrong, she didn't like to bake cakes and cookies. You had to do them by recipe or most of the time something would go totally wrong. But today she had used a finished back mix combined with frozen cherries. When the knight tasted the piece she had served on his plate, it was good. Warm, fresh out of the oven.

Until he bit on one of the cool cherries, smiled and said: "Princess Snowflake." First, she looked baffled, slowing down her chewing, but then she bit on a cherry herself and started to grin until both of them just laughed. Princess jumped off from her seat and stormed onto her knight's lap, wrapped her arms tight around him, snuggled and kissed him all over his face, only to rest her head on his shoulders. Minutes later he was going to lay on the couch, his head on her lap while she gently stroked his hair, singing his favorite children lullabies. All the fighters in the world needed some comfort, and she would provide it for him.