I may seem like just another lady in waiting. Just another woman who needs to be protected by a strong man. But there is more to me than meets the eye.
It's not that Fedor doesn't protect me well. It's not that I don't love him. It's just that I want to be independent. Take care of myself. Use the talents the Gods blessed me with. And there he was, just lying there. Fresh and intact. A knight of my very own. Fedor wouldn't hear of it, but I wanted to have him. With just a bit of my magic, he rose. And he was beautiful. So strong. So obedient.
I don't know who that woman was. She was just passing by. Apparently, my raising an undead knight was reason enough to attack.