Amelia
The air was thick with tension as the fight raged on. The clash of metal against metal, the shouts and cries of men filled the small room I had once called my home. I watched with lowered breaths, my heart pounding in my chest as Hunter’s men and Lucia’s men clashed in a violent showdown.
Hunter, the formidable leader, was in the heart of the battle, his presence commanding respect and fear. I stood nearby, clutching my belly tightly, ready to defend my baby. Lucia, the cunning and ruthless wife turned adversary, was locked in a deadly game of wits and strategy with Hunter.
As the brief battle raged around them, I couldn’t help but admire Hunter’s skill. He was a formidable foe, and it was clear that Lucia had a personal vendetta against Hunter. The clash among their men was dead
