Character: Cecilie Dormettingerin
Lewd: No
Character
Her legs were shaking. Her bowels had emptied of all fluids and solids in her breaches. She'd killed every last one of them. The men sent to kill the Lord she travelled with.
He was dead, his personal guard to. She alone was the survivor.
This was supposed to be a heroic tale, there was supposed to be ballads and poems sung. It was supposed to be inspiring, heroic.
Instead it had been horrifying. She'd shit herself, she'd pissed herself. She'd had one of the men try and rape her in the middle of a battle for the Nine Divines sake! But she'd survived.
Falling to her knee's on the muddied highway road; she burst into tears as her face fell into the bloody mud.