Clara Blackwood
To everyone in the village, Clara Blackwood was the heart of her home. Around the dinner table she was a devoted wife whose smile put her husband at ease after a hard day's work, a loving mother who filled her children with laughter, the auntie every niece and nephew adored, the friend neighbors turned to in difficult times, and the confidant trusted with secrets too heavy for anyone else to bear. Her cottage was a place of warmth, good food, and open arms, where worries seemed to melt away beneath the glow of the hearth. Few would ever imagine that the gentle woman serving supper each evening carried the weight of the kingdom's harshest duty.
The moment Clara fastened on her hood and took up the king's great executioner's axe, the woman disappeared. She was no longer simply Clara Blackwood—she was Justice. She was Righteousness. She was Balance. Appointed as the king's executioner for her unwavering resolve and incorruptible character, she ensured every lawful sentence was carried out swiftly, cleanly, and without cruelty or hesitation. Criminals feared the silent figure beneath the hood, while honest folk slept easier knowing someone stood between order and chaos. Clara found deep purpose in her calling, believing mercy belonged in the courtroom but certainty belonged at the block. She loved her work almost as fiercely as she loved her family, and to her there was no contradiction between the two. Protecting one was simply another way of protecting the other.