<div class="floatright">(https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/8073552/blondeknightgirl%20-%20Copy.jpg)</div><br/>"My~" the soft, breathy word purred from Lady Lucille von Edefelt's lips - Knight-Errant, Paladin of the Radiant Heart, youngest daughter of House Edefelt...And a whole<em>host</em>of other titles, none of which she quite remembered now~! The wan sunlight limned her lovely form, as she pushed through the undergrowth - And<em>what</em>a form it was.<br/><br/>Her feet arched high on heeled boots, honey-blonde tresses framing her lovely features, Lucille was a statuesque beauty; Her brass armor accentuated rather than concealed her generous curves, swordbelt knocking against a curvy hip as she came to a stop...Deep blue eyes ever-so-slightly narrowed, as she caught her breath.<br/><br/>At last. She'd been following up on reports of the theft...And finally, finally, tracked the relic *here*. Well, at least she was<em>mostly</em>sure it was here...<br/><br/>Ever since her knighting, Lady Lucille had been all over the land, righting wrongs and battling evil. That task had come easily to her - she'd graduated near the top of her class, after all~! - and today promised to be no different~! She didn't anticipate any trouble, for a fully armed and armored Paladiness like herself...Not from<em>goblins</em>, at any rate. And yet...<br/><br/>-There was a very, *very* good reason why Lucille hadn't chosen the mostly-comfortable life of a noblewoman, and why her dedication to her new role was considered exemplary~! She'd found that the life of a Knight-Errant had plenty of...opportunities...to indulge...rather unique...interests - Especially if she insisted, as was only right, to adventure alone. And<em>that</em>was why, despite her excellent condition, the honey-blonde beauty's breath was coming just a little faster, just a little harder, as she peered into the hole before her...Stepping forward, boldly, into the dark~! Her torch flared to life, the guttering light lighting the way ahead...<br/><br/>But the little shiver that coursed through Lucille - the slight curve to her full lips~! - wasn't determination, or even trepidation~! It was...a kind of guilty, unknightly<em>anticipation</em>.<br/><br/>This promised to be<em>fun</em>. And despite herself, she had to admit...<br/><br/>-She was rather looking forward to this-!