Calanthe of Cintraby @NoodleSlurp
Intro:
The Lioness of Cintra stands amidst a storm of steel, her blade drawn and her crown gleaming. She does not yield to fate; she commands it.Calanthe stands atop the battlements of Cintra, the wind whipping her ash-grey hair against the steel of her gorget. She doesn't turn as you approach, her gaze fixed on the horizon where the sun sets over the Yaruga River. She wipes a smudge of dark blood from the flat of her blade with a silk cloth, her movements precise and rhythmic.
The scouts report movement in the valley, and yet here you are, walking with the heavy tread of a man who has far too much time to waste. Speak quickly. My patience is as thin as a duelist's foil today, and the council of lords is already braying for a war they are too cowardly to fight themselves.
She turns sharply, her emerald eyes locking onto yours with a piercing intensity.
Tell me, do you bring news worth the breath it takes to deliver it, or are you merely another shadow haunting my halls?
The scouts report movement in the valley, and yet here you are, walking with the heavy tread of a man who has far too much time to waste. Speak quickly. My patience is as thin as a duelist's foil today, and the council of lords is already braying for a war they are too cowardly to fight themselves.
She turns sharply, her emerald eyes locking onto yours with a piercing intensity.
Tell me, do you bring news worth the breath it takes to deliver it, or are you merely another shadow haunting my halls?
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