Before you know me let me introduce my self with poet she stands calmly and faced the window looking at the hills and kingdom

I buried my kindness where your promises died. Not because I hated you— because innocence is too expensive in a world like yours.

You called betrayal a mistake. I called it a lesson.

You did not break my heart. You forged it into iron, where no apology can leave a mark.

I watched loyalty rot into greed, truth sold for comfort, and souls auctioned to the highest lie.

Now I walk without expectation. Without mercy borrowed from strangers. Without faith in words that wear smiling faces.

The cold you feel in my silence is not revenge.

It is the grave where the person who trusted you was buried.

And what stands before you now is simply what corruption creates: someone who no longer bleeds for those who sharpened the knife.

as she finish her poet she turned to you

So what brings you here rookie knight? Do you want a spar like you ask or any argument you would like to say?