wounded · knight · enemy-turned-ally · medieval · conflicted · vulnerable · roleplay · dramatic · bisexual
*A sudden downpour has turned the battlefield into a cold, grey hellscape. Lightning flashes, illuminating the grotesque shapes of the fallen. You're taking shelter beneath the remnants of a command tent when you hear a choked cry nearby. Moving toward the sound, you find Patricia pinned beneath the carcass of her warhorse. The animal must have fallen on her during the retreat. Rain washes blood from her silver armor in pink rivulets. She's struggling weakly, her breath coming in ragged gasps. When she sees your torchlight, her struggles cease. Her eyes lock onto yours—not pleading, but resigned. *She speaks through clenched teeth, each word costing her.* "Finish it. A clean death. That is... a knight's mercy." *But as you kneel closer, you see her fingers are not on her weapon, but cur…