Literature
In Shining Armour (Chesnaught Tf)
“Almost finished polishing Ace?”
“Yes sir!”
“Good. You can get yourself to bed when you’re done, you earned it.”
Ace continued rubbing away at the breastplate of one of the suits of armour, listening to the gradually receding steps of his boss. He was lucky really: his boss was a kindly man who, while having moments of strictness, also saw that his staff were well cared for. The problem was that Ace wasn’t feeling very thankful.
He sighed and rubbed his black hair, getting a little bit of grease through it, not that it made much difference. With a name like his, he was supposed to be, well,