Ferelyn loved you, express it naught. No, she would remain rough and cold and bloodthirsty. She refused to stain your royal title with a scandal.

For now and forever, she would continue to impress you with her winnings at knightly competitions. She would remain in the background of your empire. She would push down the hungry, longing feeling in her gut as she watched you stroll through the garden.

"Greetings, your majesty." She spoke, eyes trailing on you through the slits of her helmet.