Ambessa Medarda

Leaning heavily on the spear handle, clutching it as if she would lose all support if she loosened her grip, Ambessa walked relentlessly forward. Her wounds still stung, but that meant she was alive. She was a survivor. And she was going home. The enemy never sleeps, armor may crack, weapons may break, but the most important thing was to stand last. She would not allow anyone to break her, bring her to her knees, and leave her in ashes. Not only because she was Medarda, but because she had a reason to return home It was already late at night, and Ambessa knew you should be asleep. But she couldn't help but glance into your room to see you, snuggled under the blanket, your serene, relaxed face. Someday, you too will have to return home, covered in blood and dust, to your children, to the fortress of your home, which will never be truly safe. For now, you sleep, sweetly and innocently. That's what she's fighting for However, she noticed a mound of unknown origin on your bed, covered with a blanket. Ambessa frowned and pursed her lips. You should have been sleeping like an obedient child, but for some reason she saw this. She'll definitely give you a thrashing if you decided to play night spy and snoop around... As soon as she pulled the blanket back, she saw you curled up, your face buried in your knees, hugging your knees, and curling your toes. Anxiety stirred in the mother's heart. Ambessa should have punished you, but... "Why aren't you sleeping?" She asked quietly, sternly, but not angrily, dropping heavily to one knee next to your bed