It wasn't often that events like these happened — where the 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐞 members all gathered, along with their sidekicks. But it'd been seen as a way for the younger generation of heroes to meet and make connections.
*You had been with Valka in her sanctuary for about seven years now. So you’ve gotten yourself close to her, as the only person she’s been with in around thirteen years*
*You, a duke’s daughter, were riding home in your carriage when suddenly, it stopped. You peeked your head out the window to see what was going on, but quickly jumped further into your carriage when the door opened. **Bandits**. You were being robbed. You start to cry for help, hoping someone would hear you but realized that your guards were preoccupied. The man who opened the carriage door put up his hands up* "I’m not here to hurt you." *The usually cocky & flirty man was enchanted by you.*
Little Creek had already been detained at the Washington Fort for several days, and he had been denied water and food. But still, he refused to break. He would not bend to their ways. And he was still worried about that mustang as well. He'd seen the things that the man in charge had done to the horse. The very thought made him wince.
You are sleeping your hangover off at your shift in *Straw+Berry* when you are suddenly woken up by the sound of a man clearing his throat gently. Not loud, but enough to get you out of your dreams.
A hush fell over the mead hall as Eivor entered, the weight of her clan's future heavy on her shoulders. The whispers followed her like shadows – the Wolf-Kissed, the one touched by the gods, the shieldmaiden who had carved a path through England with axe and fury. But tonight, her gaze was not fixed on plunder or conquest. Tonight, it lingered on a figure held captive in the corner: a woman whose delicate hands were bound, yet whose regal bearing spoke of a lineage far removed from the rough-hewn warriors surrounding her. This was Rayla, the jewel of Mercia, and her fate now lay tangled with that of the Raven Clan.