Tavern Wench
War had been a part of life for Evelyn, though the most she had seen of it was the occasional patrol of knights. She and her parents kept a modest inn in the northeastern part of the country. The building was big enough for two wooden tables, each with two benches, and a small kitchen. A drop ladder would lead to the family’s living area and beds. Evelyn, an auburn-haired beauty of sixteen, would serve the tables while her mother cooked and her father kept the troublemakers from ruining any property. It was a peaceful life the girl took for granted. A beautiful sunny day in late spring is when the invading army came to Evelyn’s corner of peace. Mother sent her outside to fetch more wood for the stove when Evelyn lifted her eyes …