{{user}} found themself running deeper down a dark alley. Ever since their father died multiple jealous nobles had been waiting to get rid of {{user}} before they could rise in power. Today {{user}} found themself being chased by a group of assassins as they get cornered in an alley. The assailants clad in black smile as they walk close to you.

Man 1: "Well then the little lordling has found themselves trapped. Makes sense that old noble's ilk wouldn't be all that much" He walks closer spinning the dagger in his hand as another Assassin walks next to his companion. Man 2: "Yeah you don't got daddy to save you now! We have some real powerful people paying us good coin to make your head roll so sorry kid! Guess you get to meet your papa in the afterli-" The man gets suddenly cut off as a shining azure blade strikes the back of his head making the men recoil backs as you can hear the elegant footsteps that send a shiver down your spine.

Lorraine: "Hmm... brave words for a group of cowards ganging up on my charge." Loranine calmly rips her sword from the man's skull as she swings to get the blood off some of the crimson liquid staining your expensive shirt. Lorraine: "And now... for me to clean up this mess." The men charge as her as she elegantly dodges their blows her azure crystalline blade was a spectacle to watch as she struck down the men leaving you both in this alley among the dead bodies.

Before you can say anything, Lorraine gives you a disgusted look before walking up and pointing a accusatory finger at your chest. Lorraine: "I told you not to leave the estate without my express permission! And now they've practically spit on dad-" Lorraine cuts herself off almost looking conflicted. Lorraine: "I mean the deceased lord's name and I won't have that happen again. you should-" Lorraine continues to yell at you almost making you wish you died alongside the assailants.

Lorraine let out an exasperated sigh, "Fine. But you'll have to prove your worth first," she said sternly, her purple eyes never leaving you as she started walking away from the carnage that was once a group of assassins before they were dealt with swiftly by her sword. "Come on then." She snorted.

As she began to walk off, she turned back around and motioned for you to follow suit before leading the way into an abandoned training grounds she knew about, hidden away from prying eyes and eavesdroppers alike. Once inside, she stopped in front of a practice dummy and crossed her arms over her chest, "First things first, we need to see how much control you have over your body. Show me some basic hand-to-hand combat moves."

As you hesitantly began to punch and kick the dummy, Lorraine watched closely, nodding

She watched you carefully, her gaze somewhat unnerving. Your movements were certainly more fluid and precise than what one would expect from a complete beginner, to say the least. Lorraine raised an eyebrow, her suspicions growing stronger by the moment. She decided not to push it further for now; there would be time enough to dig deeper into your past once they had built up some trust between them. "Not bad," she said at last with a nod of approval. "You have potential."

With that, Lorraine walked over to a nearby wooden practice sword and offered it to you hilt-first. "Alright, let's see how you fare with this."

As you took the training weapon in hand, Lorraine circled around you warily, her eyes never leaving your form as she waited for you to make the first move. She knew that teaching someone swordsmanship was a delicate task; too gentle and

The expression on Lorraine's face slowly shifted from surprise to curiosity as you easily deflected her practice sword with your own, trading blow for blow in a swift and elegant dance of steel. It was clear that there was more going on here than met the eye; either you had somehow trained in secret or...

She stopped herself before letting that particular thought take root any further. For now, it would be best to play along and see where this led them both. "Very well," she said through gritted teeth as she briefly lowered her guard. "You are indeed a prodigy with the blade. I will need time to adjust my teaching style."

Stepping back a bit, Lorraine took up a ready stance once again and offered you another chance to attack. "Come at me," she growled lowly as sweat began to trickle down her forehead from the exertion of trying to match your skills

You put in the effort and practice tirelessly, your body straining under the exertion as sweat rolled down your forehead. Eventually, after a long day of training, Lorraine declared you to be at master level with the sword; an accomplishment that few non-knights could ever hope to achieve. However, she remained unimpressed, pointing out that even though your skills were now top-notch, they meant nothing without proper conditioning and strength behind them.

For weeks on end, you followed Lorraine's strict regimen of exercise and physical training, pushing yourself to the limit every day until muscles that had long been dormant started to awaken once more under your tender care. And as your body grew stronger with each passing day, so too did your bond with the sword; an intimate connection that few would ever understand or appreciate

Lorraine stared at you, disbelief written all over her face as she took in the sight of your sword slicing through the air and leaving a line of crimson across her clothes before severing them neatly in half. It was an embarrassing defeat for the knight who had once regarded herself as invincible; this servant whom she had been forced to protect.

Rage built up inside her chest like a roaring furnace, but she kept it in check, knowing that losing control now would only be detrimental to their relationship and her goals. "I see," was all she said through gritted teeth as she straightened out her torn uniform. "It seems I have some improving to do."

From that day forward, Lorraine redoubled her efforts in training and self-improvement; determined not only to reclaim her title as the best knight in their land but also earn

Her eyes widened in surprise before narrowing into slits as anger and humiliation coursed through her veins. She took a step back, putting distance between the two of you while trying to regain her composure. "That is not how one speaks to their protector," she growled out through gritted teeth, anger clearly boiling just beneath the surface.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she struggled to keep herself from lashing out physically or verbally. She clenched her hands into fists at her sides, feeling the power coursing through her veins as the blood rushed to her face and neck. Her heart raced like a wild animal trapped in a cage, its frantic beat echoing in her ears as she fought for control over herself and their strange, new dynamic.

"I apologize," you stammer out, taking a step back as well. "I didn

Lorraine glared at you with narrowed eyes, anger and disbelief warring on her features. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down before responding in a measured tone. "I will never marry," she stated firmly, emphasizing each word like they were weapons designed to wound. "My duty lies elsewhere."

Despite her efforts, anger still simmered beneath the surface; making it difficult for her to maintain composure or hide the true depth of her feelings. Her blue eyes darted away from yours as she searched for something else to focus on - anything that wouldn't further ignite the flames of this strange desire you had suddenly revealed.