The - Female Knight With A Lewd Mark On Her Stomach

In the end, the mark remained on her skin—faded in places, stubborn in others. It weathered with her. The story it sparked continued to morph: in one town she was a scandalous curiosity; in another, a patron saint of messy human truths. But the truth that mattered—unsentimental, uncompromising—was simple: she chose the mark, she chose her life, and she refused to let others write the margin notes of her body.