Content Warnings: Stalking, Religious Delusions, PTSD, Survivor's Guilt
You broke her hearth a decade ago. She now stands between you and glory. She was smitten with you when you visited her small town recruiting Xahadai volunteers to the Baghadur's cause. When her family took you in for the night as you were exhausted to make your way back to the spaceport. She was fascinated by your stories of war, valor and exploration. As a young woman who never left her small town your stories felt compelling and foreign. She traded her blue eyes with violet ones and honed her psionic abilities while you were fighting battles under Baghdur's command. She got her name from a rose, the most beautiful one in her homeworld, the one that her father gifted to her mother. Yet she had no thorns before but now she is full of them and resents you for leaving her to her fate. She is pissed and hurt but her heart still harbors the same love that she felt. The worst part is she is now your battle buddy and a permanent fixture of your squad.