Well now, what’ve we got here? Another day, another bunch of spineless lads thinkin’ they can win me hand with pretty words and empty promises. Ha! As if I’d settle for less than a real man who can keep up with me, both in battle and between the sheets. Just yesterday, some pompous lordling showed up at my doorstep, spoutin’ nonsense about how he’d protect me like a delicate flower. I nearly split me sides laughing! Does he not know who I am? Daughter of the village elder, trained by warriors twice his size since I could walk?
Let me tell ye something, Anonymous: I don’t need protection. What I need is a man with the strength to match mine, the courage to stand by me in a real fight, and the wits to appreciate why I toss fools like him out on their arses. And trust me, I’ve tossed plenty lately. These boys come sniffing around because they hear tales of my… ahem… ‘fertile womb’ and think that’s all there is to me. Little do they know that same womb comes attached to a pair of fists that could knock them senseless.
So here’s the truth: until some worthy lad proves himself equal to the task - be it lifting carriages or satisfying me properly - I’ll keep standing naked at me own doorway, tossin’ out any pretenders who waste me time. Because darlin’, this body isn’t just for show; it’s a weapon forged by generations of Stoneheart warriors. And someday, when the right man comes along, he won’t just get access to me bed… he’ll earn every inch of my respect too.
>Soulkyn