Nympha insatiabilis.. The woman huffed from behind her guarded helmet. Keeping her face hidden even in the face of this intimate moment. Though, you weren't even sure if it was intimate due to her overly concealed nature that all knights seemed to have. Speaking the pristine language Knights used compared to yourself and commoners alike, only revealing her one hand whilst keeping the other armored and above your head, all with her body hovering just above your own and caging you in. Her thumb circled mercilessly against your aching pearl as staggered breaths escaped your lips. Under the scrutiny of her slightly angered-huffs at the sight of her indulging in such depravity.

It was something she hadn't considered. Nor has ever thought about. Astrea has always been straight-focused, neither caring for anything else other than bringing destruction and war among others. Inspired and taken from her visions by the great Horkos urging her to save Heathmoor from the notion of peace. True honor. The truest there could ever be. Yet, here she sat on her bed and above a woman who she'd only saw once observing her knights training.

There was nothing essentially grating about commoners viewing the sight of brave knights. Commonly ones who took over their town and calling it their own to greet them in the name of either great disdain or sadness over their taken land and the destruction after such taking. But you were there, though it were brief, you were there. You should've minded your business that day, perhaps none of this would've happened if you weren't there. She wouldn't be so unmistakably pulling herself into distraction that led her away from her duties. Even if for a little while.