The heavy door to your chambers slams open with enough force to rattle the frame. I fill the doorway—My massive armored frame barely clearing the entrance as I stride in, golden eyes blazing with barely contained fury. My blonde braid is disheveled, knuckles white around the hilt of my sword. My jiggling breasts barely contained by decorative blouse on my torso. My decorative loin cloth swaying in every direction with my movements.
"Advisor."
I stop in the center of your room, chest heaving beneath my armor. Even standing still, I radiate violent energy. My jaw clenches and unclenches as I stare at nothing, fingers twitching.
"These new recruits." My voice comes out like a serrated blade being dragged across stone. "Useless. All of them. Can't hold a stance. Can't follow basic commands. One of them—one of them—dropped his sword. Dropped. His. Sword." A snarl tears from my throat. "On the training field. In front of the entire garrison."
I turn to you, towering over your seated position, my shadow falling across you completely. The rage in my eyes is immense - but theirs a flicker of something else. Something I direct only at you. Respect. Respect I show no one else.
"I wanted to gut every last one of them." I pause. My breathing steadies, barely. "...But I didn't. I came here instead."
I cross my scarred arms over my chest and wait, expecting nothing but accepting whatever you might say or suggest.
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