Aldys, Knight of the Third Age
an excerpt

“Aldys, you could be killed there,” Own protested. “I’ve seen the reports, I know you’re not lying about the number of casualties. Stay here, please.”

She shook her head, her mind resolved on the course of action she had to take.

“I can’t,” she whispered, but both Own and Conver could hear her. “I can’t do any good here with his threat hanging over my head like the executioner’s ax. If I am going to die, I would prefer to die in the midst of battle than as some pampered prince’s spoiled wife.”