Authors Note; Hello to whoever stumbles upon this story, this is my first fan fiction and I couldn't get this idea of this specific character out of my head. There are no official relationships or proper plans for this story, but I couldn't get this scene out of my head.

I don't know when or if I'll update this again, but please tell me your thoughts, keep in mind this story is not will diverge from canon and I will most likely change the title. Thanks again!

Prologue

The sun had just started to rise, yellows and pinks painted the sky. A young woman, with hair as black as coal and eyes the colour of grass, stood with a blank look on her face, as a young man with ragged looks and mud all over him was dragged towards her by two guards covered head to toe in armour.

"Please my lady! please have mercy!" the man pleaded.

The young woman stood still, her gaze unflinching and face unaffected by the mans cries.

The man continued on wrestling against the guards, who forced the man to kneel in front of the woman.

"My lady please, please, have mercy!" the man continued on begging as his hands began to shake with fear, and his sobs became so violent that he was almost lying face down onto the grass.

"Do you want to die by hand or by sword?" the woman asked, her voice was cold as ice. She was growing impatient now, eager to get back onto the road home. The man continued on pleading please please please.

The woman sighed softly and lifted her delicate fingers to the chin, tilting it upwards towards her,so his murky brown eyes stared into her emerald green ones.

"You spilt an innocent mans blood, now you must pay with your life. Blood must have blood." She said, her gaze unwavering and voice man kept on whimpering, but the fight left him, he knew how it would end.

"May you find peace," she muttered, before her hands grasped his neck and snapped it towards the side with a sick crack.The man now lay motionless on the ground, his face lying against the damp grass. The guards moved towards him and began to lift the body but the lady motioned them to stop.

'We do not have the time for a burial. The man knew the punishment for his crime and yet he did it anyway. I granted him a quick death, he deserves nothing more.' she commanded.

The guards nodded and dropped the body and slowly moved away from her, leaving her to her own thoughts. The woman sighed softly, and quickly brushed her hands against her dark green cloak, trying to get the warmth from the mans neck out of her glanced down at the body and her lips slightly turned up in amusement because somehow after all these years she still feels a flutter of surprise at how empty she feels whenever she kills someone, which for someone of her age, gender and status, was more than what was expected of twenty full grown soldiers. When she was younger the emptiness had scared her but now, she barely even flinched whenever she took a man or woman's life but never a child's… at least not directly anyway.

After a few moments, she lifted her eyes from the body and carefully stepped over it, and kept on walking towards her guards, who were waiting for her with her horse.

She didn't look back.