Valkiree

A half-dozen well-armed guards were standing tall and proud in the large room, but her eyes were locked on only one man – the disgusting Rapistar messenger who arrived the previous day. He had stayed in the castle for the night, certainly spying on them.

The creature was casually waiting off to one side, his hands clutched behind his back and wearing a slight grin, rocking back and forth on his heels while looking around, as if anticipating a good theatrical play. His eyes occasionally lingered upon her, as if there was something especially amusing about her.

The bastard Rapistar was neat and tidy, wearing well fitted tunic and pants. His polished black boots were adorned with large brass buckles. She had never seen a Rapistarian before – they were arrogant.

Valkiree imagined herself standing, walking to the man, and running her katana through him. At least, she thought to herself, the intruder had to forage for his own dinner and breakfast in the kitchen.