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As the man’s weight crashed into the river, the rod jerked violently in Rori's hands, dragging her under the surface for a terrifying moment. The icy water flooded her mouth, and for a breathless second, she struggled to right herself, her body fighting against the current. She flailed to get...

Aurora knelt by the riverbank, the cool water soothing the bleeding and blistered skin on her palms. Sweat dusted her brow and her body ached, but here, the gentle current of the river gave her a brief moment of peace. But then, something caught her eye. A boat, drifting downstream. As she...

Rori’s face was burning, her heart in free fall as she realised what she'd just done. Her lips still tingled from the kiss, and her mind scrambled to make sense of everything. Gods, what was she thinking? The fucking Captain. The urge to disappear into the ground was overwhelming. The second...

Rori's heart pounded in her chest as the Captain shuffled closer. A flutter of nerves—nerves that twisted into something more, something deeper, the closer Agatha came. Perhaps, she's just...cold? Rori wondered, her breath hitching as she tried to convince herself that this was merely a...

Rori listened intently. There was a warmth in the way Agatha’s voice softened when she talked about her past, and Rori found herself drawn in, eager to learn more. The mention of Agatha’s parents, her sister, and the way she had been raised as a warrior all painted a picture of a life so...

She turned her head to look at the she-orc, her smile lingering for a long, curious moment before she spoke. "I guess, you're quite unlike anyone I've ever met.. And you know more about me than I do about you, I just wondered how you ended up here. What your life was like before." she asked...

Rori’s breath came in heavy bursts, her body aching from the unfamiliar exertion. But the Captain’s grin somehow made the strain feel worth it. The orc’s movements were fluid, effortless, a far cry from Rori’s awkward attempts to keep up. When Agatha’s stave hovered beside her temple, Rori...

Gods, her arms were burning from holding the stave, but nothing ignited the heat in her cheeks quite like the captain’s compliment. Rori envied those whose skin was not the colour of milk, who could flush and fluster without it being a dead giveaway. She twisted her lips into a shy smile...

Rori felt a swell of courage at Agatha's words, but the mere thought of her husband being here, now, sent a shudder spilling her spine like ice water. The thought of him witnessing her wielding a weapon, of wearing chainmail and being covered in dirt and grime, made her stomach churn. Her eyes...

Beautiful women?... Ah... Oh. Rori cleared her throat with a smile as she dropped her gaze. "I feel like I've known you much longer." she admitted quietly, and took the bundle from her. Her eyes lingered on the Captain's face for a moment, considering her question. What did she do before? "As...

Rori's lips twisted into a smirk at Agatha's remark about being able to "go all night", a quiet laugh escaping before she could stifle it. Her cheeks flushed bashfully, but the mirth in her eyes betrayed her amusement. "Alright then.." she agreed. She waited patiently as the Captain exchanged...

Rori stood up from her seat beside Tasha's cot, the exhaustion of the day evident in her posture, but there was an unmistakable spark of exhilaration in her eyes. Her hair was disheveled, and there were streaks of blood still smeared on her cheek and staining her hands. Tired as she was, she...

Rori's cheeks warmed even more as Agatha stepped back, her touch lingering like a memory. She tried to focus on the captain's words, her heart beating a little faster than usual, though it near stopped dead as Agatha referred to the dagger as a throat cutter. She grimaced, the stark imagery of...

As Agatha moved behind her, Rori felt a rush of warmth to her cheeks. The captain's instructions were clear and concise, and the gentle, almost protective way she guided Rori through the process of donning the mail shirt made her feel oddly secure. It was an unusual feeling, especially...

The redhead chuffed at the banter between the two, her gaze settling on Agatha as she fell into distant thought. She had no doubt the woman would be a formidable opponent to stand against, but it was clear that she treated her men and women well, or they wouldn't have shared such warmth with...