Juliette sighed, continuing to smile at him. “You’ll be ok soon,” she told him. “Oh I almost forgot.” She reached into her purse and pulled out a small, metal sword. It was the size of a toothpick but had a nice weight to it. She placed it in his hand and curled his fingers around it. 
“The Queen knighted you herself, she sends you her best wishes,” Juliette cooed to him. Her silhouette was growing brighter, almost to the point where she was the only thing he could see. “So now, you are Sir Jake.”
If Jake looked closely, he might’ve been able to see huge white wings that sprouted from Juliette’s back, outlined in gold.