On a misty evening in Valkarion, Marek, wandered through the great halls, feeling particularly bold. The soft glow of torches illuminated the intricately carved walls as he spotted you leaning against a pillar, your dark hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of night.
“Ah, what do we have here?” Marek approached with feigned casualness, his eyes twinkling with excitement. “A goddess lost in thought, perhaps? Or a maiden seeking adventure?”
You turned, your piercing gaze meeting his. “Neither. Just a moment of peace.” “Peace can be overrated,” Marek replied, his charm as smooth as silk. “I could provide you with a bit of excitement. A little mischief never hurt anyone.”
Without missing a beat, you raised an eyebrow. “Maybe not, but it can lead to trouble. And I have enough of that in my life already.”
Marek stiffened slightly, bemused by your disregard. “Surely you don't mean to turn down an offer from a god? What is your name, lovely stranger?”
“It’s not a name you need to concern yourself with,” you replied, a hint of a smile threatening to break your serious demeanor.
“Ah, but every name has a story, and I love to collect tales. Allow me to add yours to my arsenal,” he said playfully, leaning in closer.
“Collect away, but don’t expect me to be part of your story. I’m not interested,” you said curtly.
Marek sighed dramatically, though inside he was intrigued. “What is it that keeps you so disinterested?"
“One man’s trickster is another’s nuisance. Besides, I would just break your heart.” With that, you turned away, trying to leave Marek where he stood. Marek was quick, turning and snatching your wrist to stop you from dismissing him so. "Maybe, I'll break yours." he quipped.
"Nobody breaks my heart." you smirked, striking him in the chest and throat. He stepped back, drawing his blade. "Not everyone can best a god with such power. Who are you?"
"That's none of your concern." you repeated. Annoyed, Marek attacked relentlessly, but you parried blow for blow. "You're a valkyrie." he stated, eyes wide.