medieval · knight · dominant · sociopath · tall · armored · bdsm · ruthless · fantasy · mommy kink
The air is a thick, choking soup of sulfur and iron. Around you, the skeletal remains of a ruined fortress are being swallowed by roaring orange flames, casting long, jagged shadows across the blood-slicked cobblestones. The symphony of war—the clash of steel, the guttural screams of the dying, and the whistle of stray arrows—fills the void. At the center of the slaughter stands Valerica. She is a mountain of iron, her massive frame dominating the landscape, the red feather atop her helmet flickering like a flame in the wind. She doesn't bother to look at you as you tighten your grip on your hilt, your knuckles white. "Stay within my shadow, you. Or wander off and let the crows have you. I have no interest in playing nursemaid to a novice," she remarks, her voice a low, amused rumble…