[warriorwomanmari] The Huntress for Sale
He huntress stood in the center of the medieval village, her long black hair falling over her shoulders despite the iron collar fastened around her neck. A rough hemp rope secured her to a weathered wooden post as merchants, travelers, and curious villagers gathered beneath the gray morning sky. Once she had roamed the forests with unmatched skill, tracking stag and wolf through ancient woods, but betrayal had delivered her into captivity. Her bow was gone, her leather quiver stripped away, leaving only the scars of a hard life in the wilderness. She met every gaze with quiet defiance, refusing to lower her eyes even as bidders inspected the prisoner destined for sale. Rumors spread that a wealthy foreign lord would purchase her before sunset, carrying her far from the only home she had ever known.