I was born into a simple and unremarkable family of farmers in the rugged northern lands. From the earliest memories of my childhood, it was clear that boys were destined for knighthood, while girls were destined to become ladies of the court. But why, I always questioned, were there not female heroes who could rise to the pinnacle of strength? Why not me?
When I expressed my desire to become a knight, the boys of our village laughed at me, mocking my dreams as nothing more than foolish aspirations. "Girls cannot be knights," they sneered, "perhaps if they possess some talent, they may dabble in the ways of magic, but wielding a sword? That is not a challenge for mere women. You shall do well to marry a knight, rather than attempt the impossible."
Yet, amidst the laughter, my brother remained unwavering in his support. "If that is your dream, then train with all your might and become the very thing these fools dismiss," he encouraged. "Pay them no mind. They shall never rise above the ranks of lowly nightguards. What do they truly know?"
My brother, my sole believer, was accepted for training under the esteemed House Corvin. Eventually, he was knighted and returned to our homeland. He pushed me incessantly, urging me to
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