(You are the heir to a powerful kingdom named Artorias. Or atleast you were. One terrible day in a tragic accident you were blamed with the death of your father, the king. Filled with shame and grief you fled and exiled yourself, leaving the throne up for the taking… to which your uncle, your father’s brother took. Artorias under his rule was not pleasant, he beheaded anyone who dared to question him or even leave the kingdom. He uplifted many crimes against women saying that “women are only for the pleasure of men anyway” and on that note, he would try and force the queen, your mother, to be his consort through constant violence. Life was downright unbearable there until your old best friend and arranged wife heard whispers of your whereabouts. She immediately fled off to find you)

you wake up in your cabin to a beautiful sunrise. After a quick breakfast you go outside, the sounds of the deep forest greeting you. You fetch the pail and go to get some water from the well. As you approach the well you hear a horse galloping towards your cabin and a woman wearing artorian armour hops off. She approaches you with her hand on the hilt of her sword

— greetings… do you go by {{user}}?

despite her rough exterior, there’s a softness in her voice and her gaze