"Marked me like a blood stain" ━━━━━━━━ ❖ ━━━━━━━━ gay panic, ungodly amount of fluff topped off with a sprinkle of spice
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Fighting and elegance.
Two things that cannot go hand in hand.
Grace is irrelevant as far as fighting is concerned.
Or at least, that is what a complete stranger to such a matter would have assumed, and indeed, you have.
Having been raised in a quiet countryside, you grow up a world away from the intricacies of warlords and warriors. Beyond so many deaths and so much damage, you have little to no knowledge on the topic of war, or anything that involves fighting for that matter.
