The Honest (and frankly horrible) Truth

You pause for a moment and think of how to respond. Elaine had asked you a serious question and it should've been quite clear she would have asked this, after all, she was not conventionally pretty.

"You made a lot of enemies from my side, all of whom hate your guts." you say to her in a serious tone as you walk up to her, each step you take a calculated move to show her the honest truth of what you are saying.

"Many of these nobles can't stand the fact that despite all their claims of being great and powerful, they were beaten by a woman."

She nods as she looks at you, her eyes shining like emeralds as she absorbed what knowledge she has relieved

"while the war was nearing it's end, I heard things." you pause as you get on the bed.
"Horrible, depraved things from the lords you beat."

"what did they say?" she asked

"Those lords wanted to **** and execute you. tie you to a post in front of a city and let anybody fuck you. Then, they would draw and quarter you."

Those words hit Elane like several arrows as she looked away and held her arms, horror in her eyes as that thought hit her hard and very cleary.

"Your army and Traz would've suffered too. Your army executed in their villages they grew up in , sold into slavery or violated by their armies. Traz would have been all intensive purposes erased from history: It's art and towns burned to the ground, it's crops ravaged, it's people slaughtered and anything else cruel they can inflict." you said to her.

Her body was twitching and she was seen close to tears about this as she looked at you. Fear that she and her people are about to be butchered and laid to waste. Feeling sorry for her, you take a bit of the bed and gently wipe away the tears forming.

"When I heard this, I knew I had to act fast. After all, the woman who defeated Lord Pristine had a chance to deliver a massive blow by killing him, but relented when his light Calvary corp tried to pillage a local monetary and hurt the inhabitants.This is also the same woman who sent me a large amount of medical supplies and gear when we fought each other at Mortician's hill."

She looks at you, wondering where you are going with this line a thought, with horror about what you mentioned and hope of a better life in store both being seen in those green eyes.

"A warrior like you comes once in a generation. a humanitarian like you comes once every two generations. Having the lords get you first would be a waste on so many levels that it was no contest. So I chose you and as much of the property your family and people own."

"Does that mean?" she asked, relief in her eyes.

"Yes, You are now my sub-commander, the army of the vixen will also be integrated and added to the forces under my command while Traz will be under our supervision. I promise you nothing bad will happen" you say to her as you