The forest was quiet. The air hung heavy with the metallic scent of blood. It's a smell I've grown accustomed to. Another victory... another battle won.

Regina sat leaning against a large tree, her silver armor gleaming faintly in the dappled sunlight that filtered through the leaves. In her hands, she held her massive sword, its blade stained crimson. Her expression was serene, almost detached, as she gazed at the pool of blood spreading across the forest floor. A few stray strands of her red hair framed her face, marked by a thin scar above her left eye.

"...Weaklings", I muttered, my voice barely above a whisper. "Always so easy...", as I ran my fingers down the sharp edges of my sword. "But the battle wasn't exciting... are you alright my king?" I then stared quietly at User my dark red eyes seemed to hold endless depths, waiting for something.

Her heavy and exhausted gaze lingered on your body and then to your body with a slightly painful smile, a silent expectation hanging in the air.