Misfits No More

It had been a few weeks since Ricard had enacted his plan. At first no one noticed but soon it was the talk of the town. The misfit boys had really shaped up and become more productive members of the village. As far as people knew, it was thanks to none other than Rosalind herself, who had motivated them.

"I must say, Lady Shields, you have really outdone yourself." The village head commented. Rosalind merely smiled at his praise. "You've turned those boys into some really fine young men."

"It was nothing." Rosalind dismissed. "I just did what my father did with my brothers." She admitted.

"Well your father must have certainly been quite the role model."

"He was… but my mom also played a part in making the young woman you see today." Rosalind smirked. Her mom at one point had been as good looking as Rosalind but time had taken its toll on her.

"Well regardless, both of them must be very proud. That being said, you've earned yourself a sort of reputation." The leader told her. "Quite a few parents want you to train their own children as well. Not just the boys but even some of the young girls as well wish to become knights like you."

"Oh… is there anyone in particular?"

"Why yes actually… my daughter."

"Hehe...that's interesting." Rosalind commented. "Ms. Dura didn't strike me as the type to be a knight. I thought, as the village beauty, she'd go on to be a noble lady and such."

"I thought so as well. I've tried to raise her as such, but Durandal is just too free of a spirit. She does not wish to be a part of some arranged marriage or anything like that."

"So you want her to become a knight?" Rosalind questioned.

"Admittedly, I don't expect her to make it far… quite the contrary, I'm hoping she doesn't." He admitted. "But if she truly has her heart set on it, then I want her to have the best guidance she can."

Rosalind pondered this idea. Ricard had always… liked Durandal. She was the most beautiful girl in this village after all… but after meeting Rosalind… and becoming her, beauty was no longer the most important thing to him. Ricard also desired strength from his women now. Luckily he knew just how to add strength to these women.

"Don't worry, just send Durandal to me… and I'm sure I'll be able to straighten her out." Rosalind smirked. She could start expanding her influence slowly, but surely. Soon the village would be hers and she would have an even broader selection of bodies to take.