Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20200707214420/@comment-25808351-20200922012708

Isaac: “I know you wanted to be helpful. I can see it written all over your face, courageous girl. But you should let Marcus carry these burdens. He fights so others don’t have to, like he did for me....”

Samia takes a seat upon a wooden rocking chair at the porch of the Mansion. She crosses her legs and gestures to the seat next to her.

“Your uncle and I were traveling companions to start. I had hired him to be my bodyguard, for I wanted to travel the world and see what had changed in my slumber. The Order set their sights upon us, and attacked frequently. One day a holy arrow was set loose by a powerful warrior within the army pursuing us.” Samia looks down at her abdominal region and places a hand upon it.

“I was severely hurt. Unable to retaliate.... Marcus carried me upon his back. He supported me with one hand, and wielded his Greatsword in the other. He fought his way through hoards of soldiers, while carrying me. For hours he tussled. Such courage and strength.”

“Afterwards we found shelter in a small cottage, the blizzard outside masking our retreat. There Marcus opened up to me, and we, we became intimate.” Samia blushed at the memories.