Yes

The bear regarded her for a moment, and Vrasha felt her heart beating fast. She was tense, her hand closing around the hilt of the blade. Both it and the shield were magical, and enhanced her fighting ability. But even so, to face a bear? She would rather not.

This time, she didn't have to. With one last look in her direction, the bear lumbered off. Vrasha watched it for as long as she dared, and then finally allowed herself to breath again.

"It seems we were lucky." She commented to the mare, who seemed rather unhappy with the situation. "Oh do hush, or else be warned that I can still feed you to that bear. Now let's go back to finding that river. I think I need a nice break after that."

She shook her head, her heart was beating, dancing with the flow of her blood as she felt the excitement crest. It had been terrifying during the moment, but now it was done with, she wanted to laugh. That was how danger made her feel, that was why she fought like she did, and why she never wanted to rule. Who would want to be trapped as a queen behind guardsmen and soldiers and walls? She lived for the times when she stood on the brink of ****, only her mind and her sword keeping her alive. At those times, she truly felt gloriously, wonderfully alive.

She wanted to laugh, to eat her fill of a fine meal, to celebrate the fact that she was still standing, she wanted to fuck someone, to feel the warm press of skin against skin, and the welcome intrusion of a man or woman. Sadly, none of those things were currently available, so a bath would probably have to do.

The horse whinnied again.

"That won't work." She said. "We're too different species. Just face it, it could never work out between us."

Snort.

"Yes, I am sad too. I hope we can still be friends."