A life changing moment for my Lady Knight, Frida.
The framing is important, seeing her face and identifying with her and the faceless assailant.
I mentioned in my first bit of speculative story building that she killed the squire who bought her from her family. I’ve known since then that he tried to rape her and she killed him with his sword. I feel I’ve drawn this before but I never shared it.
Here’s some story! Warning, attempted rape!!
The night Frieds was bought from her family she was quiet. She watched how the knight the boy was squire to treated him. The knight seemed dismissive and ignored her after looking her over once. She balked whenever the quire tried to pull her close but she heartily ate the bread and this stew provided for dinner. The knight had the squire cleaning and going over his kit after dinner. He worked in silence in the stable, after he had banged out the worst of the dents and gotten the armor back into some sort of shape he gave the metal to Frieda to polish. She worked fast but had the armor gleaming. She had polished metal at jeweler’s and did what she could to make the armor look presentable.
That evening she pushed some of the cleaner straw together to make a bed and laid down on her space pants rolled like a pillow. just before she fell asleep she heard the squire moving around in socked feet, his boots had clattered to the floor shocking the horses into shuffling in their stalls. She settled, cold without a blanket or the warmth of her family around her.
A rough hand roller her onto her back and she looked up to see the squire without pants or under clothes over her, before she could make a noise he punched her face and tore her shirt to reveal her young and barely developed breasts. Frida cried and tasted salty blood starting to drip from her nose as the squire kissed her while forcing her britches down. She struggled, striking his cheek. He laughed at her weak hit before slamming his fist into her eye, it immediately swelled close and she scrambled trying to get away. Her fingers found one of the knight’s swords he has tasked the squire to sharpen and polish. Frida kicked at the squire to get him away but her legs were tangled in her britches and he forced them open so he could get to her. He didn’t notice she had gotten the sword free from it’s scabbard before he pressed his body onto the upwardly angled blade helping her drive it into his torso just under his ribcage. The squire cursed her as his blood started to seep from his wound in bright unexpected ribbons.
Frida looked as his face as his features shifted from violent arousal and slumped in pain. She was gasping in fear, pain and shock as his body fell on hers. She pushed him off and pulled the sword from the slowly twitching body her breath ragged and loud. The horses were making noise, someone would be there soon to see what the commotion was about. They’d see the body and they’d know who had killed him. She’d be sentenced to death for killing a royal squire. Frida was hyperventilating at this point, she looked at the bloody sword as the blood was darkening. She wiped the blade off on the dead squire’s shirt and tried to calm herself while approaching the nearest horse, but there was too much blood on her, the horse only got more agitated when she tried to approach the stall.
I haven’t written prose in a while, and I don’t think i’ve ever written an assault. Frida’s around 10 when this happens and the squire is probably 16 or 17. It’s okay, he was a shitty squire, I mean, he bought a child, not to do work or be helpful but to rape until he bored of her.
She’s not strong because she survived this attempted assault. She’s physically strong from her years of farm work and working whatever odd jobs should could manage to find. She’d heard her older siblings talking about sex and has seen it and when this started happening she had an idea about it and didn’t want it. She shys away from sexual and physical intimacy for years after this, and being the only female squire around means that others are after her often and she’s often in trouble with her knight for getting into fights and injuring handsy squires who are now missing fingers.
Frida and Sal work in part because she realizes he can’t physically dominate her, she chooses him, but she also finds him interesting and better company than other physically weak men and princes. Also, you know, she saved him. He is at first infatuated because she saved him then later once they’ve interacted more he really falls in love with her and waits for her to accept him.
Would that have happened? Probably not but this is my story dammit! She went through some shit. She doesn’t became outwardly dominant in her sexuality from this experience, she becomes a defiant fighter and kind of shuts down from being a sexual being to protect her peace of mind.
M’kay, keep your drawing hand strong, and your writing fingers on point. I’ll be back tomorrow with something new.