A Sappy Potential Starter

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Iris prayed many a times for the return of someone she deeply loved, the person who fought bravely at her side and tended to her when she was unable to walk due to a knife in the thigh. Maybe the feeling was never mutal, but there was countless nights deep in dark places where Iris had been clutched to their chest sobbing or even the other way around, and nights when they had sat hand in hand discussing their futures after war.

The two had been through hell and back 10 times over for their King battling wars, trauma, wounds, and loss all to keep his kingdom steady. Don't get her wrong though, Iris would die at the Kings side if it was needed, he'd fathered her since she was a young orphan and nutured her fiery side allowing her into the war since she wished for it.

Since they were split due to her partner being needed elsewhere for many years now, Iris had other lovers but was never able to bury her thoughts of the person she missed the most. They never got around to being with eachother, never even kissed, but they were close enough until the gods split them apart. So today on this late Autumn night Iris stood silently at her tent, fixing up blankets for her fellow troops. No one told her who was coming home, so the sound of a wagon rolling through their camp startled her at first.


Iris Gramon
24, 5'3, Soft, Loud, Gentle.
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