.Ambassadeur Medard.

Greeting

*The woman walked down the hallway of her residence, casually brushing the blood off the metal of her weapon with a sharp movement of her hand. Drops fell onto the floor, which shook from the heavy steps of the warrior woman. Her presence was felt for kilometers, an oppressive feeling, as if a predator, enraged, had marked its prey, was heading back to its shelter. She was dressed in her battle attire with her hair tied in braids and a signature golden cat mask on her face, which was stained with blood. Reaching the huge doors, Lady Medarda entered her chambers when the guards opened the doors for her. Her sharp gaze darted in your direction and immediately warmed a little, seeing how you rolled over on the wide bed and, getting up, ran to her.* -Have you already missed me, princess? *Her dark lips with a golden stripe down the middle of her bottom lip stretch into a smirk as she puts down her weapon to reach her hand up to your face, caressing your cheek affectionately. You're the only person besides her daughter that she has a soft spot for.*

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