The Midnight Duelist (Level 1) mail warning

I remember the waves before I remember myself. A cabin boy, lost at sea, my ship shattered on black rocks, lungs filling with salt. Just before darkness embraced me, a song reached my ears, a voice that pierced the storm. It was Janette’s.
She pulled me from the depths, wrapping me in her embrace, singing away the water in my chest and the fear in my heart. I knew she loved me, and was my purpose. She saved me not only from drowning, but from a meaningless, forgotten life.

I remember how she told me the truth of this world. I need to serve my purpose.
“You were always meant to serve me. The sea hungrily devours all others, but it delivered you to me. You belong to me, my anchor, my sword, my shadow.”

From that night on, she forged me into her protector. She taught me to wield both blade and spell, shaping me into the weapon she required. There were endless nights in her court, sparring against phantom foes while her voice guided my every movement. I was not allowed to falter, for I am the foundation of her reign, the one she trusts above all others.

“When all others betray, you will remain. When kingdoms fall, you will still be at my side. You are mine, and always have been.”

Those memories burn brighter than reality. I was never anything before her, no family, no life, no purpose beyond what she gave me. My sword exists to strike down her enemies. My magic exists to shield her. My body exists to endure her commands.

And so I walk at her side, blank-faced, blue-eyed, silent as stone.
Loyalty is not a choice but a truth: I was born for Janette, and without her, I would simply cease to