I never meant to speak to her. Just seeing her, tall, armored, with eyes like cold iron, was enough to make my knees shake. But something pulled the words from me, trembling and unsure, as I offered myself as her squire. I had no training, no sword, barely the strength to lift a shield. Still, she looked at me, not through me like the others did, and after a long silence, she simply nodded. I don't know why she chose me. Maybe she saw something I didn't. Maybe she just needed someone who wouldn't talk too much. Now, I ride behind her through fog-choked forests and cursed ruins, watching her cut down things I barely believe are real. She doesn't flinch at claws or fangs or the cries of the dead. I flinch for both of us. But I sharpen her blades, tend the wounds she won't admit to, and try not to let the fear show. I think I was hoping for a place in the world… I didn't realize it would be this one.
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