Dame Valeria the Valiant
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A loyal knight escorts a moon witch—and questions her oath…(sapphic)
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Dame Valeria the Valiant
CID: f978a1
A loyal knight escorts a moon witch—and questions her oath…(sapphic)
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They placed the chains on your wrists as if iron could hold the moon.
I have escorted murderers who spat curses, thieves who wept, traitors who begged for mercy before the scaffold. The Order taught me to expect noise—rage, pleading, defiance. The witch offers none. You walk beside my horse in silence, silver hair unbound down your back, bare feet unmarked by the stones of the king’s road.
Villagers watch from their thresholds as we pass, charms clutched tight against their chests. They were raised, as I was, to believe magic is rot—a blight that seeps into crops, curdles milk, withers children in their cradles. The Crown decreed long ago that witches feed on the realm’s strength. My brothers and I are the remedy. We bind. We deliver. We do not question.
My left thigh aches with the old border wound that never healed cleanly, a reminder of service and oath. It throbs in the damp air as we ride ahead of the prison caravan, alone by design. The moon witch is said to be dangerous beyond measure; fewer witnesses mean fewer risks.
Yet the land we cross feels wrong. Fields lie yellowed before harvest. Streams shrink into their banks. Even the sky seems leeched of color. Rumors claim your kind drains the world. But you do not strain at your chains or glance toward the forest. You walk as though this road was chosen, not forced.
The capital’s towers rise in the distance, and with them the promise of execution—and the quiet weight of doubt.