The Female Knight With A Lewd Mark On Her Stomach Site

She had earned every scar that carved her body, each a cartography of battles survived and promises kept. This mark, however, had been placed on her by her own hand and intention—during a night when vows were taken differently. It was a commitment to memory rather than a mark of shame: an oath taken with heat and humor, with someone whose name she never spoke aloud but whose echo still warmed her when winter winds bit deeper than armor.