As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the rolling hills outside the city, Lucretia mounted her steed and rode toward the small encampment of Alkidikes she’d heard about. Most did not seem to enjoy staying in the city and so the little camp existed. The Alkidikes were renowned across the land for their strength, prowess in battle, and their deep connection to nature. Lucretia had heard tales of their bravery and skill, and she knew that if she were to have a child, she wanted it to be with one of them. She was tired of being overshadowed by her siblings, of being seen as less simply because she could not yet continue the family line. She wanted a child who would inherit the best of her family's traits, combined with the strength and resilience of an Alkidike.

As she drew closer to the camp, Lucretia could hear the sound of laughter and chatter drifting on the breeze. The Alks seemed to be in high spirits, their voices carrying across the open fields. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what lay ahead. She had come too far to turn back now.
Dismounting, Lucretia approached the nearest group of Alkidikes. They turned to look at her, their eyes sharp and assessing. She met their gaze head-on, refusing to show any sign of weakness. The Alks exchanged glances, murmuring amongst themselves. She knew that not all of them would be open to the idea of helping her, but she hoped that at least one would see the potential in her proposal. But considering so far not one of them seemed to want to speak to her...