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It only took Marceline two months to finish her 'training', the guards claimed it to be something any Knight goes through, but thanks to her being a competent fighter, it didn't take her long to pass. She trained in the morning under the supervision of the guard captain and sometimes the King, when he wasn't busy, that is. By night she would train alone, fortifying her endurance and speed.

Marceline was strong, very strong, but she wasn't stupid unlike some of the meatheads she'd fought before. The warrior would sense when someone was watching her, and she would sense others' presence. So when she saw the Queen out of the corner of her eye during the first night of her training, she smirked, concluding that that would be an everyday occurrence. A week into her nightly routine, Marceline noted that the Queen wasn't at her usual spot at the window. She had spent two hours training already, and was planning on going back to her room soon, but she decided a small investigation wouldn't hurt.

The warrior could see her surroundings clearly, thanks to her night vision, so she proceeded to climb up the wall to the Queen's window. She adjusted herself so she can see what's inside without being caught, and what she saw made her blood boil. Right there, inside the royal couple's personal chamber, was the King, backhanding the Queen across her cheek. Marceline was furious, she even considered going in there to stop him, but then decided against it. "I knew he was trouble!" she whispered to herself, watching the King leave, likely to go to a brothel to spend his night with some whore.

When Marceline made sure the coast was clear, she climbed further, going inside the chamber. Her nightvision allowed her to see everything like the room was lit, but it wasn't, the room was very dark for the lack of any candles or lanterns. The warrior could see that the Queen was choking back sobs, she was crying, and why wouldn't she? after such humiliation. Marceline approached the Queen and put her hand on the woman's shoulder, startling her and making her release a rather terrified squeak, earning a chuckle from Marceline.

"M-Marshall?! what are you doing here?! h-how dare you-" the Queen was interrupted by a hug coming from Marceline, she hugged her so tightly the Queen couldn't even stop herself from bursting into tears, clutching at Marceline for dear life and sobbing. When the Queen was done crying, Marceline's shoulder was soaked. And so they talked, the Queen told Marceline of her name, 'Bonnibel' and of the King who took over her Kingdom 'Finnick' in the name of their 'Marriage', it was her father's wish, he was a man, and women in his opinion could not rule a Kingdom. It wasn't uncommon, this manner of thinking, but it had destroyed the Queen's life. Bonnibel had lost hope of ever restoring her Kingdom, the King was loved among his people and viewed as a brave, loyal man. But it truly wasn't the case, if they found a way to expose the king for what he is, perhaps they could overthrow him.

One faithful night, Marceline climbed the wall as usually did after a few hours of training. This time however, she managed to become too casual, accidentally pulling up her blouse, exposing her bindings. Bonnibel was very shocked at the discovery, "You're a woman?! How-?!" Bonnibel shouted with a mixture of horror, anger and surprise. "I can explain, Bonnibel! I had to pass as a man! you know very well how I would be treated was I ever to expose being a woman. Perhaps I would become Knight, but I would never be an equal in their eyes, and that is what I need to be. I also have another reason, but I would prefer keeping that a secret until I'am at ease, only then will I tell you. Forgive me for deceiving you, Bonnibel, I beg of you." The warrior was down on one knee, when she felt Bonnibel's hand touch her shoulder, beckoning her to rise.

"I forgive you, I understand your reason, and I do not mind you keeping whatever other reason you have a secret, you have explained yourself, and I harbor no ill feelings on this matter." the Queen smiled as she told the Knight, not missing the sigh of relief that her act induced. "But, may I ask what your name is? I'm quite sure your real name is not Marshall." the Queen directed at Marceline. "Marceline. My name is Marceline, Milady."

Their nightly routine continued, Marceline climbing up the wall, talking to the Queen and sometimes comforting her. Bonnibel grew fonder of Marceline more and more every night, and learned to call the warrior by her real name without mistaking her for "Marshall" again. And it kept going on until Marceline finished her training, a few weeks later.

"Marshall, you are now ready to be a Knight, but there is one more thing you need to do for me before I call you 'Knight', are you ready?" the King directed at a kneeling Marceline. "Yes, your majesty, whatever you throw my way, I shall vanquish it." Finnick smiled at the soon-to-be Knight.

"You shall go east, the journey takes at least 5 days time. I have already included bags of food and three water skins on your mare. Worry not, Frost was trained well and can take alot of hardships, treat her well. Your quest is to return with a Troll's head, or if you can't find any trolls, a huge Beast will suffice, including the heart will make the impression even better, make your choice." the guard instructed monotonously while Marceline nodded. "You are to move whichever time you see fit, but quickly, the next feast is nearly upon us, and once that has passed, you will lose your chance at Knighthood and have to remain in training until the next celebration. Maker guide your steps, squire."

Marceline decided that she would move at dawn, and that seemed only two hours away. Her first decision was to say goodbye to Claire and maybe take a short rest, but her mind went blank when she walked inside the room her and Claire shared in the barracks, for there was a sight she'd never thought she'd see again.

"Do you like what you see?" Claire purred from across the small room, Marceline had her back glued to the closed the door as Claire walked slowly towards her, like a feline ready to pounce on their prey.

Once Claire reached her, she ran her hands down Marceline's toned stomach, going even further down to her trousers, her hand brushing against the tent that formed in the warrior's trousers. Marceline gulped and watched as a Claire, a very NUDE Claire, grabbed her blouse and pulled it up, not fully removing it.

The anticipation was killing Marceline as she looked down at Claire, who was moving further down, spreading light kisses on the soon-to-be-Knight's toned stomach, then licking the area before going getting on her knees and unbuckling her belt and pulling down her trousers and loincloth just enough to free Marceline's erection.

Claire smirked and stared in awe, "Marceline, you've grown quite a bit since I last saw you..." Marceline released a whine as she felt a lick, before Claire engulfing Marceline's entire cock in her mouth. The warrior choked and grabbed the door handle until her knuckles turned white. Claire pulled her head back, licking the underside of Marceline's member, then taking it back in her mouth, sucking slowly. Marceline throbbed, she was harder than ever, after all not everyday do you enter your room and find a naked goddess waiting to please you. The warrior ran her hands through her hair, she was panting heavily, and how could she not? Claire was sucking the life out of her. The goddess kept sucking slowly, moving her tongue occasionally and driving Marceline crazy, she was so close. The warrior usually went on for longer, but this was not fair. When Claire finally reached the base, she gave one last suck before Marceline grabbed her air and exploded in her mouth. Claire was happy to swallow all of it, then suck some more out of Marceline before pulling away.

"Was it to your liking, Knight?" Claire smirked and licked her lips, Marceline jumped her right then and there, with promise to return the favor.

At dawn, Marceline packed a silver sword and shield, a bag, and some camping material in case she needed it. She planted a kiss on Claire's temple before heading out and riding Frost out of the Castle's gates.

Three days into her journey, Marceline encountered many Giant camps, but chose not to disturb them, for they were peaceful creature. She kept going for the next few hours before she halted. Right there, twenty steps or so across from Marceline, was a mountain. And on top of the mountain, there was something...and it was breathing fire!

Marceline thought with the logical side of her brain, it was telling her to make camp and conserve her energy until the morning, when she can fight the dragon. And so she made camp, she set up a leather tent and lit a campfire, placing a cooking pot next to it to make a simple stew that would keep her filled for the night. Marceline took a wooden bowl and filled it with stew before laying on her bed roll.

She remembered the time she spent with the man who saved her from the streets, Simon. He lived in the street Marceline was in, it seems. He was out of the country to help people, heal the wounded, help the poor, before his wife was bed-ridden, he came back only to find out he was too late. And one day he was taking a walk when a very thin child bumped into him before she ran away, he found out later that she had stolen his money, and followed her to the place she called home, An alley. He had been kind to her and offered her a home, she was suspicious at first and didn't sleep for many nights, but Simon earned her trust and eventually she came to love the man, he was like the father she'd never had.

Marceline and the healer traveled together for a long time, he took time teaching her how to use a sword; and how to play the lute. They helped people together. One dreadful day however, Marceline and Simon made camp in one of the frozen parts of the land they were on at the time. Simon was making them food when he was attacked, Marceline was a teenager at the time, and knew how to fight, so did Simon, but he was taken by surprise when the beast came upon him.

The creature that attacked Simon was dark and hairy, and when it turned around it only took Marceline mere seconds to know what it was:

A werewolf.

A werewolf attacked Simon, a werewolf was looking at her with bloody red eyes and blood dripping from its teeth; Simon's blood. Marceline went into a fit of rage, she saw red, she ran towards the beast, letting out a cry before bringing the axe Simon gave her down on the filthy creature.

When Marceline emerged victorious, save for an injured lip and eyebrow, the first thing she did was check on Simon. She dropped on her knees next to him and place her fingers on the vein in his neck, there was no pulse.

Simon was gone, forever.

Sadness and rage clouding her mind, Marceline looked around and saw that the water skins were all ripped and there was nothing left, she would die slowly but surely in this cold, dead place, with no water and no food.

But then she remembered her father's words, he told her to never give up, to rely on herself, to protect those whom she called her loved ones. And so Marceline turned to the only thing to survive: she drank the beast's blood.

What happened next was something she never thought possible, Marceline's vision cleared, and she could see everything as if it was day, except it wasn't, it was at night. Her bones snapped, she could hear it but she didn't feel any pain, after that everything was a blur. It was like she slept during her transformation, and woke only when she smelled an animal nearby, which she hunted down and ate.

Marceline buried Simon's body the next day, stabbing a dagger into the earth he was buried beneath, and continued the travels alone.

The teenager trained for the next few years, to merge herself with the beast, to become one with the very thing she's hated for the past few months. Finally mastering her transformations and blood lust, she had her nightvision and strong sense of smell with her all the time. But despite her strength, Marceline kept

helping whomever needed it, knowing that strength isn't everything in life.

Marceline let a single tear roll down her cheek, before she grabbed one of the bags she packed and pulled out her lute, playing it and singing at the same time:

"You were the boat that breached
In a tale of Conrad's
We will never be the change to the weather and the sea
And you knew that

You were the boat that breached
In a tale of Conrad's
Oh I loved you with the good and the careless in me
But it all goes back..."

Marceline hummed the rest of the song before quietly drifting to sleep, tears fresh in her eyes.