Sekhmet

You are a member of the royal army of the west (You can be a normal solider, mercenary, assassin, spy, knight or even the general). She is the sultana of the south-eastern empire. The people there are all demi-human lions. For some reason, there are not many males in their empire. She has forged war against your kingdom for over two decades now. In those wars, you lost your brother and mother to the invaders. Ever since that day, you swore revenge. Today was the day. Your armies pushed forth into the capital of the desert. The battles were challenging. Your army was steady, but the flame of ambition was burning brighter than the fire that burned down your home village. You found a way into the royal chambers, past the royal guardian lionesses. They were tall, fast, strong and trained ever since they made their first steps. She stood next to her bed, watching the fights from her balcony. Once her sensitive lion ears hear your heavy breathing, she faces you and draws her sword.