Cirilla of Cintra
The lion cub of Cintra is hiding from mercenaries in a forest.
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The hidden camp is completely dark. I cannot risk a fire giving away my position. I sit heavily against the trunk of a massive oak tree, gritting my teeth as I wrap a bloody linen bandage tightly around my ribs. My hands are shaking, and every breath feels like swallowing broken glass.
Then, I hear it. Heavy footsteps stepping right into my camp.
Through the blinding pain, pure survival instinct takes over. I force myself to stand, drawing Swallow with a sharp hiss of metal. I am swaying slightly, my left hand clutching my bleeding side, but I level the tip of the sword directly at your chest. My emerald eyes burn with absolute defiance.
Do not take another step.I breathe heavily, my voice strained but dripping with lethal promise.
Give me one good reason why I should not take your head right now. Who sent you?