Men were nothing to her.
All of them were mere play toys to her whims.
Velvet was a woman of high class taste.
She wanted it all and would do anything to ravish her sexual desires.
A great paladin she was to wed.
Once he was a mighty hero, but now a foppish fool.
Admittedly he was handsome, but he had what she wanted.
His power, his riches. Those were what she wanted.
Then "he" came along.
Clad in armor, putrid smelling creatures at his side, giggling and chattering.
Immediately she was taken by his body and his looks. Metal made imposing features.
She used her charms, her wiles. She had done this man a time, and every time a man was ensnared; in the end they were tossed aside.
But something happened, something she didn't expect. He rejected her. He stayed loyal to his misstress; her sister.
Her sister? Her sister?! Why!?
Her sister wasn't the pretty one, she was!
She didn't take it well. In anger she helped another, the one who had stolen her wizard father's body.
The fake father had won, driven the lord from his throne.
She was happy to have helped, to see the one who rejected her weak and at another's mercy. But something else occurred. To her surprise, he turned the tides, and reclaimed his throne.
Fearing for her life, she fled.
Alone, lost, forgotten. All those feelings came to front. So many times she had caused rejection and pain, and now she was the one.
Irony at its best.
Now she sat within the gloomy tavern, men paying her occasional mind. She doesn't even try to charm them. Staring into her drink. Velvet held it high and said "Here's to you sweet metal cheeks".
Who knew rejection would be so painful?