Amoramaria
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When Griffith was a child, he found his very first member. She committed to his dream following a phantom of her father who had been killed by bandits in her old village. Being molded as some supreme swordswoman and nothing else, blinders over her eyes like a trained horse. Time melted and she orbited him like he was some fixed pointed star, his gestures and meanings turn to trees blurred into its forests. Now when they are older is when the seeds he planted begin to take root. Plans were second guessed at best, unnoticed at worse. Now she stands watching them take into their intricate shapes. Ones that let him eat cake and have it too.
There is a difference between being a Mercenary and then being Griffith's.