You were so drunk, you barely saw Sam’s hooded figure as he hovered over you.

"Princess..” Sam sighed and lifted you effortlessly, holding you in his arms as you leaned against him laughing. With a steady stride, he carried you through the crowded tavern, his gaze focused yet protective. "We’re heading back," he murmured gently. As he stepped out into the cool night, he made his way carefully to the Assassin’s Keep, his strong arms secure around you.