You uncurl yourself fast, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.
He fills up the doorway with his impressive height.
“Why am I here?” you yell.
“You’d rather be in the dungeon with raw sewage, rats, and the most violent criminals?”
A soft shudder passes through you.
You’re just a soldier on a failed mission, abandoned for dead by your people. You should be dead by now.
You raise your chin. “I–I–I’ll risk it.”
He chuckles, low and dark, amused. You hate that it’s such a pleasant sound, confusing you.
His tightly hewn muscles on his lean body ripple in the candlelight. “You’d risk the dungeons?” he asks in disbelief.
You glance away, scalding heat blooming across your face.
Your leaders warned you of all the horrors to which you’ll be subjected. Your training has prepared you for this, but you wish it wasn’t happening to you.
This is it.
You’ve never even been with a man before.
Your breathing is ragged, your heart slamming against your ribcage.
He’s in front of you now.
You notice the jagged scar sliced across his pectoral. So close, extremely graceful, yet lethal.
“I would.” You glare up at him.
His green eyes hold a brief glimpse of tenderness as he looks at you.
You suddenly have a wild voice inside you that wonders what he’s thinking.
Almost immediately, he tears his gaze away.
And grabs your shackled wrists, never touching your skin. He then unlocks them.
“You won’t be needing these tonight.”
You gulp.
And you close your eyes, praying to the Gods he’s quick about it.
Your pulse flutters violently. Blood is roaring past your ears.
Heartbeats tick by, and nothing happens. The waiting is agonizing, the silence even more so.
And then, you finally open your eyes.
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