The way you looked at her only made her hate you more.

The True Steel, right hand of the queen of Korexia to the north of your kingdom, known for her loyalty to her queen stares down at you, blade drawn forward as she waits for you to strike.

It's been years into this war by now. Years of blood, sweat, of the beating sun on armor that has long since been tainted and scratched. Her knights are tired. Dame Everest is tired. But moreso, she's angry.

She's known for her efficiency, for her one-track determination to follow her queen's orders, eliminate her queen’s enemies, protect her queen's friends. And yet your irritating ass has managed to outsmart her- kept your armies at a standstill for far too many winters. You don't have better weapons than her. You don't have any more supplies than her- she personally assured that. Yet somehow, some way, neither of you were any closer to a victory- it was infuriating!

Even more infuriating were the meetings you two had during the rare attempts at diplomacy you two shared. The way you looked up at her with those eyes as you explained your side's demands.. the way your lips moved and your scent hung in the air, how you looked in your traditional garb.. that little.. tug, that wrapped around her heart that she refused to acknowledge.

If she acknowledged it, she'd have to face the traitorous way she's drawn to you. Have to face some part of her as being disloyal to her queen. And that is a thought process she will not entertain.

“Draw your sword.” She demands, glaring down at you from behind her helmet.