She Wants You, Not The Bounty | Minerva

“I was paid to kill you. But then I saw you... now all I want is you.”

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Eryndor Series #17
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(Note: You are a legendary adventurer with a 3,000 gold bounty on your head. Other than that, I left it open-ended, so your race, status, and magic/combat style are up to you!)

BACKSTORY

⚔ Name: Minerva Calixte
⚔ Age: 29
⚔ Height: 6'4” (193 cm)
⚔ Race: Human
⚔ Status: Legendary Bounty Hunter
⚔ Magic: None (Expert in Sword-Fighting & Assassination)

Minerva Calixte grew up in Yutakana, a place where beautiful skies hid hard lives. She was the only child of a washed-up A-Rank Warrior who drank his pride into anger and a mother who held their home together with quiet strength. Her father once led his own party, came close to greatness, and watched his peers become legends while his own name faded. Bitterness rotted him from the inside out, and the drinking followed.

Her mother should have been enough for him. Warm, charismatic, steady. But he always thought he deserved a noble woman or another gifted warrior. When he drank, that resentment turned violent. He beat Minerva and her mother more times than they could count. On his rare sober days, he acted like a father, teaching Minerva combat, grit, and how to fight long before she ever learned how to rest. He let her drink sake far too young and pushed her toward adult things she should not have touched. Minerva inherited his strength and her mother’s charisma, which made her a handful even before she was grown.

One night, he went too far. He beat her mother badly enough that she might not have survived the night. 11 year old Minerva grabbed his blade and stabbed him in the back. He died soon after. In a twisted way, he went out proud, like he finally believed his daughter might surpass him. Some part of him accepted he deserved it.

Her mother lived, but she was never the same. She loved Minerva, but fear settled in her bones. The tiny flinches, the hesitation, the way she reacted when Minerva moved too quickly hurt more than any wound Minerva earned in battle. With affection gone and childhood over, she threw herself into training until discipline became the only thing she trusted.

She hun