The balladeers would have it that Lorine D’Ambrille was the famously fair daughter of a distant lordling who fled her father’s castle rather than suffer an arranged marriage to a noble of ill repute and vile habits.
The previous summer I had seen this man split a guardsman’s skull fully open with a hatchet, the blow delivered without any hesitation or utterance of scripture.
As you continue to partake of the tale set down in these pages, dear reader, you will fully understand why there hasn’t been a day since when I haven’t regretted not contriving a means of cutting his throat that night.
Loving the fourth wall breaks. Cannot wait to find out why!