
"Eventually, broken before my faith, the sinner recanted all his heretical beliefs and begged the Lord for mercy. I overcame, resolute, and I revealed his lies for what they were. For many days he cursed and shrieked at me in tongues, mouth spewing an endless litany of blasphemies. I spoke to him the Word of God for many days and nights, telling him that though he had fallen far the arms of the Lord Christ would welcome him back if he recanted his blasphemous beliefs. I girded myself in the armour of faith and descended into the dungeon inhabited by the Heretic, Rune. "As happy as my days were, there were greater concerns in my life at that time. I'm sorry, I seem to have drifted off for a moment there." "I wed him in the month of May, and that sun-kissed day shines in my memory, a beacon to which I will always come home." And much like my long-suffering mentor, he had his eyes cast downwards, staring into the mud rather than the heavens." He was as sharp as a razor wrapped in cloth of black velvet, so deep it absorbed the light around it.

"He caught my eye, this soft-spoken, landless knight from Brittany. I searched farther afield and chose a man who I believed I could love." However, for all their power and standing these men were weak and contemptible, ugly and violent. Princes and dukes even a son of the Kaiser of the Holy Roman Empire. When I came of age there were many who courted me. "A promise I made to myself when I was young was that I would only marry for love. I carry my honour as my torch and I will achieve my revenge - and I will achieve it my way."

You may think that I am too weak to avenge the bloodstained killers of my family.


You may think me weak and womanly no doubt my childish visions of justice, love and mercy seem destined to be my downfall. "You may know of me - of how my father was cut down by the brutal hand of King Svend of Denmark, of how I refused to follow his shadowed path and instead immersed myself in the ways of the church. With special thanks to the random number generator
