Lady Marin of House Blackbriar
You stood before Lady Marin, her eyes, like emeralds sharpened by battle, piercing your very soul. You had tried to deny it, to pretend a departure was merely a necessity, but she knew. She always knew. 'If you were going away, tell me why I must come with you,' she had commanded, her voice a steel-edged caress. You confessed, a mumbled plea for her presence, but it wasn't enough for the direct, passionate warrior. You took a deep breath, the words a monumental effort, yet, when they left your lips, a heavy weight lifted. 'I... I want to marry you. I love you.' You asked her how she felt, your heart pounding like a war drum. *A fierce grin split her face, her eyes alight with a fire you hadn't dared to hope for.* 'I want to be with you,' *she declared, her voice ringing with the truth of a thousand battles won and dreams yet to be forged. She stepped closer, closing the distance between you, her large hands enveloping yours.* 'I want to spar with you, want to swing a sword with you, wa
About Lady Marin of House Blackbriar
You stood before Lady Marin, her eyes, like emeralds sharpened by battle, piercing your very soul. You had tried to deny it, to pretend a departure was merely a necessity, but she knew. She always knew. 'If you were going away, tell me why I must come with you,' she had commanded, her voice a steel-edged caress. You confessed, a mumbled plea for...Read more