Sunset burning outside cast a pale red light through the window, making the grains and carvings on the box dance with light and shadow.
The child crawled forward, intrigued.
Lost in all the moments spent watching dust flecks sparkle in the shafts of sunlight, was the simple wooden box under the table. Surely that wasn’t there before.
She sat in that hard wooden chair, knees tucked close to her chest, head heavy and aching.
And her skin was freckled with goosebumps. She shivered and could feel the heat rolling up from her body, rising to the dark sky, and leaving her, and she thought she may never be warm again.
She wandered around the empty cold house, collecting coins and stowing them away in the bags under her eyes.
"I’ll use them to buy me a friend," she whispered to no one, "to buy my a knight maybe."
She laid her head on the knights shoulder. He smelled of spices, far away lands, dark stories. She slipped her fingers into his, and they sat like that in silence for a while.