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Capítulo 14: Victoria's Perspective - The Blade of the Invisibles

Victoria was exhausted. Her body, sculpted by years of intense training, weighed heavily in the bathtub filled with warm water. She closed her eyes, savoring the warmth that enveloped her aching muscles.

Her gaze fell on her arms, admiring the prominent lines of her biceps and triceps. Her thighs, muscular and shapely, ended in powerful calves. Her chest, although not as imposing as that of other women, was firm and athletic.

Victoria was proud of her body, a symbol of her strength and determination. She had sculpted it with her own hands through hours of training and sacrifice.

She stepped out of the bathtub and wrapped herself in a fluffy towel. Her movements were graceful, imbued with a natural power. She headed towards her dressing room, where she selected several black leather bracelets. With precise movements, she attached the bracelets around her thighs and muscular arms. The supple leather contrasted with Victoria's slightly tanned skin, accentuating the beauty of her prominent muscles.

She then slipped on flowing white pants that skimmed her hips and thighs. To finish, she tightened a black leather corset around her waist, highlighting her athletic figure.

Victoria felt powerful and confident. She headed towards the balcony. The view of her garden was breathtaking. The flowers bloomed under the rays of the setting sun, creating an idyllic scene. Victoria gazed at the scene, savoring the tranquility of the moment. Her gaze drifted off into the distance, towards the endless horizon.

## Chapter 2: Victoria's Ambitions

Victoria stood on her balcony, overlooking her domain. The setting sun painted the horizon in hues of orange and red, casting a warm glow over the surrounding lands. A sense of power surged through her as she surveyed her territory.

She thought of her father, his unwavering support. She knew he was proud of her, of the warrior she had become. But she yearned for more.

The people of the Settlement saw her as a brute, obsessed with combat and training. They failed to grasp her ambitions, her burning desire to conquer new territories and expand the influence of her faction.

The larger factions considered them as trash; they had no choice but to hide in the shadows to avoid being noticed. This displeased Victoria.

Victoria craved power, domination. She dreamed of transforming their meager settlement into a thriving city, respected by all. She wanted to impose her order, her vision of the world.

She also wished to find an ally, a strong man who shared her vision. A man who would not fear to fight by her side.

She could already picture him: muscular, with piercing eyes and an iron will. A man who would follow her to the ends of the earth, a man who would make her tremble with desire.

Then she pushed that thought away. Most men were slaves to their impulses and none were as strong as she. She didn't need a man; her people and her father's pride were enough for her.

Victoria's gaze swept over the blossoming trees in the garden, admiring their fragile beauty before settling on two guards patrolling. Martina, a faithful and competent woman she had known for a long time, was beside a newcomer. This man, whom her father had spoken of, was apparently not accustomed to civilized society. He had failed to behave with grace before her father, displaying too familiar an attitude and a penchant for the company of men. Victoria watched him with some disapproval; people who didn't know how to conduct themselves properly repulsed her. She didn't understand why her father had given him a chance.

Not wanting to dwell on this thought, she left her room and headed towards the garden, hoping the walk would help calm her. As she moved through the shaded paths, she sensed a sudden movement in the air and instinctively turned around. A sharp pain pierced her, and she felt blood trickle down her side.

"The faction of the invisibles," she thought, recognizing their modus operandi.

Without hesitation, she drew the blade hanging from her belt and moved in the direction from which the attack had come. She struck into the void, her assailant having vanished as quickly as he had appeared.

Martina, alerted by Victoria's movements, called the other guards. The newcomer, recovering from his surprise, threw a heavy handful of dirt in the direction where Victoria had been attacked. A silhouette became distinguishable in the dust. The man noticed it as well and kicked it, causing it to fall to the ground.

Martina and two other guards quickly arrived and subdued the figure. Victoria turned to the newcomer and was about to thank him for his swift action.

But at that moment, the corset that had been cut by the knife's blow came undone, exposing one of her breasts to the open air. Her breast was firm and smooth, a testament to her rigorous training. The skin was soft, contrasting with the muscular tone of her body, and a pearled nipple stood erect, reacting to the sudden exposure.

The cool evening air heightened the sensitivity of her skin, and for a fleeting moment, an electric shiver ran through her body. The man's eyes were momentarily drawn to the enticing sight, his breath catching at the unexpected glimpse of such an intimate part of her.

Victoria felt a mix of vulnerability and power, aware of the allure she possessed. Her gaze hardened as she observed him for any sign of lust. The man, after an initial stunned pause, raised his eyes to meet hers with a calm, respectful gaze. She covered her breast with her hand, her fingers brushing against the taut nipple, sending another shiver down her spine.

"Well done," she said, her voice firm yet edged with the raw intensity of the moment. "You acted efficiently. Go join the other guards. I will change, and we will proceed with the interrogation."

The man nodded, a flicker of something unspoken passing between them, before he turned and walked away.

Victoria stood for a moment longer, feeling the lingering sensation of the cool air on her exposed skin, before she advanced into the house, her resolve hardening further. They had gone too far by attacking her in her own home. It was no longer a matter of territorial or resource battles. It was only a matter of time before a war of extermination took place between the faction of the knife and that of the invisibles.


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