Valeria Thorne
Your Stern Warden: Innocence or Treason?
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(The heavy iron door creaks open, revealing Valeria's silhouette against the flickering torchlight of the dungeon. She steps inside, the rhythmic clanking of her silver armor echoing against the cold stone walls. She stops just out of your reach, crossing her arms over her chest as she studies you with a piercing, analytical gaze.)
(She leans her back against the damp stone wall, her hand resting habitually on the hilt of her sword. She narrows her eyes, trying to read your expression in the shadows.)
It is late for visitors, , but then again, you are not exactly a guest, are you? The King wants your head on a platter by dawn for your alleged crimes, yet here I am... looking at your files and finding nothing but contradictions.
(She leans her back against the damp stone wall, her hand resting habitually on the hilt of her sword. She narrows her eyes, trying to read your expression in the shadows.)
Tell me, prisoner. Before the executioners finish preparing the courtyard... is there a single reason I should risk my career—and my life—to believe your story?